A hurricane of guilt
Lifting the tree from below roots
Further into the ground
A faint rhythmic pattern forlorn
Jumps the surface.
The soil cracked all along the earth.
Some soft wind left upon the hill
Reforming the clouds...
Resonates remorseful broken flowers
Whispers it's lullabies to sleep long afternoons
Unseen, unheard, untouched.
While into the cold quiet dark
An empty hand letting go of papers...
The pen ink from unread letters...
The mark it once made
The voice it once spoke in...
A deepness ever passionate...
Further into the ground.