Coffin leaves

I've climbed into this tree
and painted a picture of you
on one of the leaves
that survived the first frost

And I know you'll never see it
this picture of my future
that will never come to be,
this vision of a dancer,
one who'll never dance with me

This tree might be my coffin
one day after I've gone blue
after all the years I knew you
after all the dreams I grew

But maybe, in the next world
you will dream about me, too
and maybe there's a tree there,
one which doesn't feel so blue

^{poem and photo ©2018 @paintingangels}