As I walk along
The path of weeping willows
For one last time.
I break my vow,
And hope
For the first time
That I will be attacked
By the poisonous drops
That slide down from their branches.
The drops that I have avoided for years,
Because if they touch me
I will burn slowly
Falling where I stand.

I hope and hope and hope again
That they will attack me.
For if they do
I will stay here forever,
And this love
That I have come to know
Has brought me to a point
Where being here
Void of life
Is better than living
And leaving.

However,
It is not as simple
As being tapped
By a few drops.
For you see,
I would have to be drenched
In their poison.
And while I have come close before,
This time
I was barely sprinkled upon.
There was not even enough discomfort
To equal the agony
I will feel when I leave.
It seemed
As if the willows
Heard my wish,
And decided
To leave me with more pain
Than their poison
Could ever give me.