The Tree Where I Belong

Inspired by the song (I Understand by The Ink Spots) this is a short little poem about how hard it truly is to change and accept change...

Under that tree I sat, sat for an eternity, under that tree I sat and dreamed, dreamed myself away, under that tree I sat and waited and waited.  I understood, I understood why the flowers didn’t blossom anymore, I understood why they stopped blooming. But nevertheless, even after having sat for what felt like an eternity I will always be sitting here underneath this tree.

My memories are hazy, the only things I recall are small vague fragments of a life that has long been flushed down the drain, it’s not your fault, it’s not really mine either. But yet I feel that maybe I should’ve done something, that I should’ve done…anything, but in the end I am just sitting here, sitting here underneath this cherry tree.

Under this tree I sit, underneath this tree my life shall be, I’ll be waiting and waiting even though I know that this tree will always just be empty, empty only gazed by me. The grass that once surrounded this beautiful cherry tree is no longer even there, it kind of burned away or maybe it’s still there but my mind burned it away a long time ago.

Under that tree I sat, sat for an eternity, under that tree I sat and wished, wished myself away, under that tree I sat and waited and waited. I understood, I understood why the flowers didn’t blossom anymore, I understood why they stopped blooming.

Nevertheless, even after having sat here for a lifetime, I will be sitting here and waiting, waiting for the day you come and embrace me, even though I am sure that it will never happen, for the flowers stopped blooming and the fire went out and now I just sit here and keep dreaming of one single kiss that will never reach me.

“Some people don’t have the will to move on, some people don’t have the strength to carry on, some people can’t change their being when it’s important, some people never leave the spot they once occupied, and some people live under a tree their whole life.”

Michael Petersen  2013

Author's Note

Ignore if there are some grammar problems...