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