My Willow Tree

The last leaf trickles to the ground
As the branches remain bare and exposed to the cold surroundings,
I ponder on a time I once rejoiced as the seasons changed to fall
Now I sit below the willow tree,
My tears falling twice as fast as the leaves
Feeling drained of life with my existence more exposed than the bark of my tree
Lost and alone, consumed in self-pity, holding onto the memories of you.
I can feel your breath in the wind and your presence painted through the sky,
Sitting under my willow tree lost and alone I say my final goodbye.