My Heart, Felled as a Tree

Deprived of your love I become a will-o-the-wisp, a ghostlike entity, whose illumination has faded with the echoing of your final word, "Goodbye." Not a daunting wisp of the shimmering kind, nor one to haunt or harm. Feel no alarm from me for I am no longer whole, the woman I used to be. Without your hand to hold, your lips to kiss, your arms enfolding me close to your chest, there would be no love to quell my need. Desire would wither like a forsaken seed. Felled, would be my heart as if it were a tree. The brokenness of me would be conceded, left alone to live with yearning and in misery. My heart would die a little each day, without hope of being resurrected. Its beat would slow, severely impeded. I would live in a grayling world on my own where Winter winds would chill my bones. I would stand on the edge of a frozen lake contemplating inching my way to the middle, knowing water flows there, swiftly to the sea. A break in the ice would end my heartache as I ride on the current like a felled tree.