Cry Me the Trees’ Song

“Reap what you sow.”

This is what I keep hearing,

When our thread wove.

Intertwined are we to trees that sing.

Only a few days more,

And you would kiss the dust.

Through it, it was me you tore.

You are a newly-brought iron yet you rust.

I called on your name

To make sure you lived.

Without you, it would not be the same

The meals, the joy, the life-- change it did.

You cried in agony,

And do I tell you

That I, too, took your pain for me--

For us. I endured your rue.

You pled to remove it,

Yet I resisted

Inside the room where she sit--

Beautiful like the moon, but it shifted.

Who knew death took you,

As if he killed me.

Who knew this pain I took for you,

As if I killed me.

I sat on the bed you cried,

The bed you laughed,

The bed when I was by your side.

Farewell was not cast,

Now as I stand from afar,

The death you faked,

The love you scarred,

It was not for my sake.

I woke up from my dream and learned

Death spared me

From the one I loved and yearned--

O’ tragic, O’ so tragic, Kill me did you.

I ask of the lovely you,

If I left you behind

Would you cry for me?

Would you forgive me?

Would you join me?

O’ blurry are my eyes off of you so bitter

For I know you will bury me.

The tree never sang for us, star-crossed lovers--

It wailed for me and cried me a song

It knew that you would forget me

And would find someone better--

than me.