Author: Phibonacci PM
When I let you walk away, I let them cut it down. Now there's only roots that don't belong anywhere.Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 69 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-10-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2987130
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A stump, dead roots thrust into seed
is all that remains of one glorious,
shaded monument – now a chair,
to park such simple thoughts upon.
Under the leaves, I had breathed in
and exhaled toxins, breathed out
a goodbye to a strong person,
I imagined would be so infinite.
We carelessly left butts, littering
the crime scene with evidence,
lighting our trash village alight
and burning away our potential.