[Catalyst]: 723.Poetry.Untitled

The tree is dying,fading
Withering
What once sustained it
Is now no more
A shadow in the Past

I long to see the tree renewed
To its former inner glory
Where words of love were crystal clear

The tie is broken
The bond is gone
All that remains of a love so clear
Is withering before my eyes

Will what was still be
Or will I be left with dust and leaves
Worth little but despair

I leave you with this thought of mine
Ponder this question
If you please

Why?