There’s a willow tree that cries outside my window
I hold its branches in my eyes
And feel its leaves kissing the wind that cools me
It’s a tree I can’t climb
A part of my world I can’t converse with
She weeps and I can’t comfort her
She smiles but I don’t laugh
The sunlight weighs her down
And I am afraid to touch her
The stray cat next door finds her unnecessary
And I stand aloof, everyday
Hoping she’ll notice my stare.
Be still, be well.