'The Tree' - A Poem

As the title suggests, here's a poem I wrote in the time BMH, which stands for Before My Husband (in place of BC or Before Christ). 

Somewhat cheesy in its lovelorn theme, I wrote this after a breakup in my late twenties. 

Image by Ronald Plett from Pixabay 

His eyes were misty

as she swam away.

He waited

until the stars came out.

Until the night sky broke open

to spill shards of tears.

He grew roots

into the ground, 

and flowers bloomed

in the yearning of ferns,

the pollen heavy

with the heated breath

of the exhaling earth.

He waited

until the children came out to play,

their bicycles tinkling.

The school bell rang,

and students clutched their bags

racing along the corridors.

He waited

and his pride crackled,

like broken brown leaves

under the weight of the snow

that boots trudged on 

and wheels crushed.

And he soon fell

into 

a deep 

sleep.