My friend is dead.
My friend is dead.
I came home tonight to find him gone.
I've known him for almost five years now; stalwart and strong, he stood across from the parents house with his brown bark and green furtree care...I didn't know German then. It didn't matter. I wasn't accepting of myself then. It didn't matter. He brought out the hidden parts of me even before I acknowledged them.
I'd come to care for him deeply since November...crossing the street to touch a branch, and send him a thought full of my love. I know he returned it. I would get tingles in my hand, his love token back.
Last night, I went over to him. It was late; I'd worked until 730 and didn't get home til 10, but he was watching for me. I was so tired, but not too tired to say hello. I went up and touched his green hand gently; he sent me a tingle in return. I sent him fondest thoughts, then went inside to the Cat and sleep.
Tonight, he is gone. I looked, as I always do, and missed a step.
He wasn't there.
I went and put my shopping on the porch, and walked over to where he had stood for so long. Sap oozed out his damaged trunk; soft whispers of him lay scattered on the ground, forgotten.
My poor tree.
They cut him down. He's dying now, slowly, agonizingly.
I can't stand it.
I picked up a small part of him that lay, alone, on the ground. The little part now stands at his funeral stand, in front of my candles all lit.
If you have a moment, put aside your cares and think of my poor friend.
I'm so sad.
5 comments:
I am so very sorry.
How sad. Perhaps he will allow you to use part of the branch as your wand.
I'm so sorry. I know how you feel. When we lived in our first rental home, there was a 'branch' that was about seven feet tall in the yard. It just stood there next to another tree, looking lonely.
Over the course of about a year the little branch began to grow into a tree.
Over the years the little branch/tree grew to a tree. A peach tree.
We live in Illinois, there shouldnt be a peach tree within hundreds of miles. But there it was.
I loved that tree. Unique, different, one of kind. It survived winters and harsh weather.
Years after we moved I went back. The peach tree was no longer. It had ceased to grow after we moved.
Thanks you guys for your kind thoughts. I really was upset this weekend; the husband just couldn't understand it. "it is a tree, gen" but hey, it was MY tree...
My neighbors hate me because I can't kill baby trees. My garden is nothing but oak and maple seedlings.
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