The Shady Lady

Hey, you're not here and I'm immobile.

There are entangled roots growing underneath the soles of my feet.

I shy away from the sun, standing firm in the shadows of 

The branches of some other tree.

You cultivated me when buoyant, but left me without my 

Half-opened rosettes, tucking the biggest one in your breast pocket.

I blossomed for you, my love, for you, but you couldn't wait for fruition,

And I couldn't promise you forever; but know there are entangled roots

Growing underneath the soles of my feet and I'll always be around for you,

Standing firm in the shadows of the branches of some other tree,

One that could distort in the spheres of warping falsities.

Know that I feel you raining over me, my sweet love, but why cry 

For an oak so unmoveable, so fixed, and undeterred even in the face of love?