The Tree Outside
Dear Tree,
I miss you.
I am sorry about today.
This depresses me
and I wish I could have done more.
All you wanted to do was reach out to me
To care for me.
but They had to cut you down.
They had weapons
but They called it "Tools."
They believed it was for the best.
They thought you were
Dangerous
Harmful
"She is a liability."
But you would never
Because you were my only friend.
My umbrella for the summer naps.
My reading buddy.
My favorite sketchbook model.
My boyfriend test dummy.
My protector.
My friend to cry to when things went wrong.
But its all gone.
You had told me once
"Rylan, those we love
Don't go away."
If only my tears
Could bring you back to life.
And so I've saved a piece of you.
A memory.
A lament.
Thank you for being there for me.
Rylan Jones
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