I’ll leave you saddened with the idea
“I can stand myself being alone”
Maybe for a little longer
I just want to find out if you’ll try to stop me

You weaved yourself into my lovely embroidery
I wish you didn’t mess it up
But it’s lovelier
Minimalistic and abstracted (a tree tapestry)

You taught me
That I can’t do this alone
But I’m not sure about that
I feel your roots in me
I know your trying to take my soil

Over time a tree blossomed and produced fruit
Now that your gone
It’s starting to wilt a bit
It’s my duty now to nourish it

Even though the fruit is too bitter and sour
The aftertaste is sweet
I’ll share them, like my poems
Letting everyone enjoy it or dislike it

I’ve fallen more in love with your love letters than yourself
Your emotions so captivating and exotic to me
I wish it was meant for me
But I can relate and imagine there is somebody writing me these things

I love listening to “hard to find songs”
I like to think that I’m the only one listening to them
Right now
In this very moment
I want to believe it’s not true

Are those two green chairs a figment of my imagination
I don’t know where they came from
They don’t see it
No one else sits on them
They all pass them by looking for seats
As I make my way over
I hear the echoing of your screams as you fell in the shower
It haunts me
As if when you die
I will too
I feel at home
I’m writing this while searching for those two green chairs again