I was romantically attracted to a tree.
The attraction was not very strong but it was there.
It was so subtle that I was not even aware.
I wonder if it was there till the tree was alive.
Standing on our rooftop I used to look at it and smile.
Sometimes unintentionally, sometimes intentionally.
I used to enjoy letting the winds ruffle my hair
as I cast on it my lovely glare.
The tree was tall with thin and long leaves
It used to sway gracefully along the breeze.
Its jolly leaves used to do a little shimmy
as if they were dancing for me.
Sometimes I used to enjoy the dance alone
Sometimes with my friends.
Sometimes I saw it sway
Sometimes I saw it it just stay
When I used to look at it at the beginning
I was enchanted by its beauty
Over time I got used to it
I was no more consciously looking at it
I no more could draw the same pleasure from looking at it
One day in a huge gush of wind the tree broke into two halves
That day I realized it was there for me
It used to be there but it would be there no more
In its place, there would be a void
I would be looking into that void
I sometimes think of it whenever I get to the rooftop
Yesterday, I went to my uncle's rooftop and saw that tree again from afar
I looked at it and smiled.
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