The tree

I have on
my favorite
dress.
Its red.
I walk
across the
street.
I see you
standing
under
the tree.
Its the most
perfect tree
I have ever
seen.
I walk closer
to you.
beautiful.
You say to me.
I take your
hand.
I put my face
against your
neck, I nuzzle
it like a small
child.
You smell good.
I say.
You smile.
Are you
ready to open
up Your
Guscio rosso?
Yes I am,
I smile.
We kiss.
Its time you say.
My dress is
blowiing
gently in
the wind.
I turn around.
Thank you
I say.
You smile.
I love you.
you simply
say.
I know, I reply.
I let go
of your
hand
and walk
away.
I love you
too,
I say.
This is goodbye.
I feel it.
I am letting you
go.
Before I let
you float out
of my heart
I turn around
quickly...
I yell out to
you,
I will miss
your beautiful
eyelashes!
You smile
and laugh.
You blow me
a kiss and reply,
I will miss
your heart,
it was my safety.
As I woke up
I was crying.
tears streaming
down my face.
I get out of bed
and wipe my
tears.
I take the dog
for a walk.
As I am
going around the
house
I see that tree
the tree.
I see the neighbor
with a truck
and a chainsaw
cutting it down.
I yell out.
Hey...What are
you doing?
Cutting down
this tree,
Its dead.
I stare at it.
I can not
keep my eyes
off of it.
as they
cut it down
my face is
wet.
We are dead.
us.
But not me.
I could open
my heart
again,
if i would
just try.
I could
live again
and find
another
tree
to give me shade.