You there

Under the willow

Why do you weep so

Your fists clench

Your teeth grate

You rock back and forth

Eyes puffy and bloodshot

Curled up in a ball

You there

Under the willow

I don’t understand, no?

It’s a nice summer day

The birds are chirping

Critters frolicking

Sun shining down

With a breeze

You there

Under the willow

Why do those tears flow

Take a breath

Dry those eyes

Let the sun in

Feel...

Oh, there

Over there I see

A crying child

Beneath that Willow tree

Why are they crying?

Are they just sad

Or is someone they know

Dying?

Is it someone

I killed?

Is it someone

I’ve tasted?

Oh, crying child

Why do you weep?

You look like a cherry

Your cheeks so red, sweet

No, keep crying

Don’t pay me mind

Keep crying for something

While I come from behind

Shh, child

Do not weep no longer

Oh, th...

I see a wonderful willow tree in the distance

It’s beauty taking my breath away

I glance to the bench to see a older lady overfilled with her emotions

I stand there not knowing what to do

Wondering what could be happening in her head

What kind of thoughts are taking over her feelings

I walk over to her and sit there in silence

Not knowing what to do

What to say

We look over at each other...

The willow weeps enough alone

You need not cry with it

I hope you understand

I need someone who understands

And

Every strand

Of emerald leaves that falls like tears from the strong trunk of the great tree

Knows me better

Than

I know the back of my own hand

I have someone who understands

Why should I keep looking?

I’ll sit and cry

Beneath sky

Beneath the tree

Because the willow is the only one...

When the willow wilts

Do you cry because you feel its pain?

Do you understand the leaves dropping

Are like tears falling?

Do you understand

That the color changing

Are the wrinkles forming?

Do you cry because you feel sympathy for the tree

Or do you cry

Because you feel empathy for yourself?

You wilting

waining,

Wandering

Wondering

willow tree...

I see you there

A tear rolls down your face

You play with your hair

Leaving me feeling out of place

If I go up, will you yell?

Or will you smile?

Will you give me hell,

Or let me stay awhile?

Willows branches swing

Covering you like an angel

You’re the most beautiful thing

It’s almost painful

To see you cry

It hurts my heart

Let me dry your eyes

And let’s restart

I’m a boy,

Who likes poetry...

_in a bright blue beanie _

_ under a willow tree_

_ she sits_

_ and i cant tell_

_who is weeping more —_

_ her,_

_ or the willow?_...

I go to leave the day shift

But a noise interrupts

I hear a crying on my trip

I went almost numb

The crying was gut-wrenching

To me and my heart

Though I went to soften their denting

I witnessed a high in their cards

I walked away with distain

Not encouraging those who are smug

In a world of phones, you must refrain

Because attention is a hell of a drug...

I’ve seen a strange girl.

She has icy blue eyes

And silver hair.

She looks cold and unfeeling,

But I know what she’s really like.

I watch her every day.

I’ve figured out her routine.

She leaves school two minutes after the dismissal bell rings.

3:32.

It takes her seven minutes to get to the park,

The one on the outskirts of our town.

3:39.

She walks for another four minutes into the woods.

3:43.

W...

A silent observer I am

As I watch her weep

How I wish I could tell her she is not weak.

I reach out to comfort her

Only to find

I cannot touch her

Or confide

I tell her I love her

Even if she cannot hear

One day we will meet again

And all will be healed...