The Dead Willow Tree

This is a poem i made up about a widow woman who lost her husband in the army.

Sitting in the still 
quiet night, listening 
to the wind rattle 
through the trees 
and wind chimes I 
cant help but wonder 
am I in your thoughts 

I'm so tired but 
you keep me up. 
How can I forget 
of the past. I'm 
trying to fall asleep 
but not even the children's 
bedtime stories will 
help. 

Why am I alone 
I wonder. it has 
never bothered me like 
it does now I wish 
I could see you; 
cant we just go back, 
back to us? to 
our willow tree. 

I still hear your voice 
in this night 
I almost wish you would 
just leave me alone 
I cannot bear this 
pain much longer 

so just Let me be 
and fly away from me 
leave me your heart 
and I'll leave my thoughts 
and don't come back 
until the flowers bloom on 
the old willow tree.

Author's Note

All constructive criticism greatly appreciated.