The Death of a Dream

I was waiting by its death bed

knowing it was coming but hoping the end was not to be

and when it closed its eyes on me

I was lost and mourned so very deeply

Then I realized that I was free.

There were no flowers and no fanfare

My dream wouldn’t want that from me.

I held a private graveside service, a few words were spoken, I threw down a single white rose

and where I buried my beloved lifelong dream

a willow tree now grows.

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