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The Tree ,The Stump ,The Sapling 

Where it was 

Now there is only a stump 

And a sapling 

The tree is gone

It left one morning 

No goodbyes 

No promises for 

Another lifetime 

Of love and laughter 

No rustling songs 

Just soul piercing screams 

Of life oozing out 

Green turning red 

The blood seeping into 

The vaccum below 

And beyond 

Rain fills my palm 

As I touch the sapling 

Besides the stump 

Trying to feel 

That which is lost 

No , am mistaken 

The tree was for me

The sapling is another’s

I turn to the stump 

But it has no heartbeat 

Only a shadow 

It is ready to follow the tree 

And the sapling 

It is not for me 

It does not like

The rain in my palm 

It waits for a hand 

With warmth and light 

Where it was

Now there is only a stump

And a sapling 

The tree is gone 

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