We are broken
Crushed and detached
Like an abandoned farm house
That stands aloof
We are offended
By their choice
They have resorted
To say good-bye
We are wounded
Like desiccated leaves
Driven out by the harsh blow of parting
We are injured
We were once a giant oak
In sunshine and shadows
Now left glistening with dew
We are pained
Aching for our own tree
Patched somewhere
Converging only in fond memories