Goodbye C
your leaving is an amputation
If I were a tree, my sap would show
I would cry and moan, grow hard and slow.
if I were a leaf
I would wrinkle and frown my green to brown,
wait for the breeze to carry me about.
but, I am neither tree nor leaf
I am a creeper and cut up as I am,
I grow,
put down roots wherever I go.
2 comments:
I once said goodbyes to a C and felt them as amputation. . . and though at the it is only cold comfort, goodbyes will one day be hellos.
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