Beneath the Apple Tree

Beneath the Apple Tree

I heard the news,time just stopped.

It was so unreal,

my heart stopped.

A childish trick,

my mind stopped.

A thousand tears,

a broken heart,

a torn up soul,

forming this hole.

Maybe things were bad,

did you feel alone?

An empty feeling of sad,

I feel alone.

And now I know,

you’re never coming home.

All night I cried,

I want to hide,

a piece died,

someone stop this ride.

Now in the silence, I think:

You’ll never again,

feel the grass on your skin,

the breath of the wind,

a summer rain,

or any pain.

The story ended.

And though I wish,

things so different,

I sit here alone,

beneath the apple tree.

For me it began here,

and here I’ll have to let it end.

R.B. Winters
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