Why the Willow Weeps



It weeps for you late at night, when sleep does not come easily.

It weeps for the one you miss.

 It weeps for the dreams on the tips of your fingers.

 It weeps for appointments missed and it weeps for the tears in your pillow.

 It weeps for the silence and it weeps for the noise.

 It weeps for formal letters where once, language was spoken as close to your ear as possible.

 It weeps for betrayal, intended or not.

It weeps for the friends you once were.

 It weeps for the colours faded.
 It weeps for sunrise.

 It weeps for a death in the family and it weeps when a baby is born.

It weeps for the last time you touched.

 It weeps for words that can never be taken back.

It weeps so hard and so much and so often.

 So you don’t have to.

So you can carry on. It weeps for you.

When you have run out of weeping.