Me and The Tree

I place my palm on the bark of the tree and bring it back to my heart. 

i love the tree so dearly, so dearly,

i hug it day by day, run by it and wink, i whisper my condolences, our love and ruin

i walk into the graveyard and the tree is there too

i sleep on the headstone of my blood in slumber,

one head above the earth rests upon soil,

roots follow it under

what happens there

in this life i must not discover