The Sugar Maple wilted in the brief spring chill,
Admiring the reflecting pond in the Allegheny Hills.
Long overdue, I stand in a gust of sudden wind,
I’ve just been too troubled if you wondered where I’ve been.
I couldn’t bring myself to grieve without a face,
A picture changed that, and summoned me to this place.
I saw the cunning in your eyes- that may have misled,
And bred the desperation in your heart that left you dead.
So I stand before the Sugar Maple- paying my respects,
Shedding tears, even though you showed me nothing but neglect.
I’m able to let you go now, like a branch drops a leaf in the fall,
I heard you try to speak in the breeze, but I must ignore your calls.