This Tree Is Still Here

If I looked like this
and sometimes I feel it
I wouldn’t be here to tell you
I love you or any other thing, really
I’d be weeping and moaning about being so see through
not holding my arms up or my legs not
being what they used to be
I’d be mewling and pacing –
if I could, more likely
crawling to the kitchen
and back.
But as it is
I’m not the tree
and the tree isn’t me
and if I were
you’d call the
tree guy and
be done with it.
But as it is
we love the
tree and everyday
we walk to it
just to see it’s still there.
Like you
Like me

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