I have tried.
I have tried with everything I’ve got to keep you hanging by your decaying stem on my branches that are slowly becoming bare. But you keep swaying. And it gets tiring extending energy to things that don’t want to stay – well, aren’t meant to stay.
And I’m sorry.
I’m sorry my branches aren’t always stable and that sometimes being attached to them feels more like rollercoaster ride than it should. I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough. And I’m sorry that, once my presence was no longer a convenience but a hindrance, you decided you no longer needed my help or company.
But we will both grow.
Because, in all cycles, loss is necessary.
Because your fallen frame will eventually decompose and new life stem from your skeleton veins.
And because, although trees lose their leaves every winter, they will always reacquire more come spring.