Sara Smith

Our Tree

I walk in the streets alone.
Always alone.
I think back to a time that seems forever ago. I wasn't alone...
I was happy, I cant remember that feeling.
I can't breathe, not truly.
I am at our spot. My eyes sparkle with tears.
No. Not sparkle.
Sparkle can't be in my dictionary. Not when he doesn't have one. I gasp.
I fall to the ground. The tears roll down my face and hit the ground.
I get so mad and hit the tree. Our tree.
Where our memories are held forever.
I press my face to the cold hard ground and dream about us.
Wishing we could be together.
Its only a dream.
I pick up my bag and pull out what seems to be my only friend.

Then I make our dreams come true...

Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 11, 2009

Add this poem to MyPoemList

Rating Card

4,5 out of 5
1 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about Our Tree by Sara Smith

  • Brooke Lynn Moore (1/11/2009 2:06:00 PM)

    There is never anything more sad than a lost love. Though one can only hope that the end for those left does not cease so tragically.

    Report Reply
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?