The truth was concealed with many branches. Countless are the days I happily lingered in the comfort of your shade before passionate winds revealed each of your limbs as too weak to support natural, core growth. Your delusive roots cannot grab substantial hold in earth while fertilized by pretense’s charade. Only hollow echoes resound within your skin of splintered bark and your shadows of nothingness grow ever longer.
Under a warming sun, I joyously gave my heart in open palm to you. At the time, I ignorantly embraced your breadth and sum, for your apparent beauty preceded your tells of long developed and craftily hidden inner rot, sure to disease all love given in deep, steady, heartbreaking spurts. I can no longer tarry beneath your deceptive branches and chose to depart with no thought of ever returning, but I leave behind my tender pity to witness your inevitable withering.
... CayCay Jennings
August 5, 2016
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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