The Fear Of The Tragedy

There is always the fear of tragedy
Because it hit me like a ton of bricks the day you left me
So unexpectedly
And dejectedly
I walk in my narrow boots
And I grow roots
And soak up the water in the ground
And the nutrients from all around
And then I just let it go
The burden that I know
More intimately than my breath
It's a mixture of loss and regret
As I watch in my mind
The leaves that have been left behind

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