A Little Time Under Our Tree #Poetry #Love #Death #ForeverLove

I’m sitting under our favorite tree

I wondering if you’re thinking of me


I’ve thought about nothing else since you went away

You plague my life day after, day after day.


I think about how you used to hold my hand

And how you always thought my jokes were so grand


I think about the time we went to Paris

We had a great trip, despite your brother Harris


I remember the way you looked after a long, hard day

You knew I’d always be there to assure you, it’s okay


I thought you’d always be here too

Your being gone leaves me without a clue


I sometimes smell a faint memory of your scent

I know it’s not possible, but I hope it’s you leaving me a hint


I thought it would get easier as time passed by

I miss coming home to you saying hi


It hasn’t gotten less painful as I watch the world keep turning

And I keep laying awake yearning


Burning for you to return to me as if it weren’t true

Waking each morning not exactly sure what to do


What’s the next step in my life

I don’t think I could be someone else’s wife


I’m in love with you more today than ever before

I hate that tragedy has closed our door


You were the light of my dead-end alley

Now I live in the deepest, darkest valley


I’m so angry that you thought it was OK to die

You said you’d take care of me forever, you lied


I don’t think anyone really knows how much I hurt

My heart feels like it’s been drug through the dirt


It’s only been a few months, maybe I just need more time

What I really need is for everyone to stop telling me โ€œit’ll be fineโ€


It won’t, I miss you so much I can’t breathe

Every night I wonder how could you leave


I mourn the loss of you, my one true love

That now looks down upon me from above


I’m going to move on, I promise you that

And no I’m not going to start collecting cats


I won’t become one of those old ladies

I rather spend the next 100 years in Hades


I say all these things but the future’s unsure

Because my heart ache’s for you, and there’s no cure


I think coming to visit our tree has helped

Rehashing the pains that life has dealt


I’m going to continue to love you forever

But as you know I am too clever


To waste away until I’m an old crone

Destined to spend my life alone


No…you know I sparkle too much to settle

Even though my throat is still encased in your metal


Your collar you put there to show that I’m yours

Each time I remember that night, my heart soars


Maybe one day I’ll be able to move on

Maybe one day I’ll be able to admit that your gone


Until then, I’ll continue to visit our tree

And wonder if you’re thinking of me


37 responses to “A Little Time Under Our Tree #Poetry #Love #Death #ForeverLove

    • Yay! It’s the first time I ever wrote about death… I can’t believe so many people liked it!!! -dancing all over the place… Shakin what my mama gave me!!-


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    • Thank you so much. I will try to answer just as soon as possible, but I have quite a few deadlines right now, so please don’t be disappointed if it takes me a few weeks to post about the nomination. I’m thankful for the amazing support, and I adore your blog as well. You give me inspiration. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. My dampened cheeks and quivering lip want me to tell you how touching this piece is… Beautifully heartfelt, Penny. x

  3. My dampened cheeks and quivering lip want me to tell you how touching this piece is… Beautifully heartfelt, Penny. x

    • I’m thrilled so many are enjoying it! It was something very outside my norm… Tragedy isn’t my bag if tea usually, but this poem begged to be written! Again thank you!


  4. This was so heart wrenching and beautiful. Your poetry usually creates a lump of various emotions in my throat and every once in a while causes the lump to overflow in tears. Could you put up a Kleenex advisory in the future so I’m prepared?!!

    • Oh no!!! Yes … I’ll work on a Kleenex graphic just for you darling! I’m glad I can evoke such awesome emotions!

      P.S. You made my night with the Kleenex comment! You rock!

      Bad Penny’s always to blame! Heh

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