The pastel petals gliding from your thick branches
filled with blushing flowers and rare greens
remind me of the ashes of a dying bonfire
drifting aimlessly in the wind to oblivion.
The beauty in the struggle of your branches is almost enough to make me forget my own.
Forget the termites that drilled a hole on my left-centre
slipping through the bars of my ribcage
but making sure to leave nests
that drain me of phloem for their nutrition…
Until I’m nothing but a cadaver
Until I am abandoned for something living.