Jealousy isn’t a door, it is a mirror, a reflection of your fears and thoughts.
A tender leaf falls to the ground
We both watch its decent to death
For those few seconds we are quiet
Everything seems so still
You notice me look to the ground
Realizing we are at a turning point.
Such a small fragment of our lives
Yet a few seconds that neither of us will forget.
We hang the noose over a tree
It swings for a minute then stops
We put all our hopes and dreams into the noose
One last time we look at one another
Wishing someone would say something
To change our minds
But only he and I are there
And our pride
So we smile one last time at one another
I watch him put his hands in his pockets and walk away.
I picked the leaf up from the ground
Looked at every vein in it
Studied the color and shape
Put in my pocket as a reminder
That even love can die
With no ceremony
It just dies.
A powerful piece – nice work.
Thank you Mike, I appreciate it.