Jacaranda Trees

a poem I wrote months ago, that now wants to be heard.

Renewal of the spirit
Renewal of the soul
Renewal of the times
That you made me feel so whole

We always said the best medicine
Is the one that hurts the most
Like alcohol on a wound
Your words heal me.

Blossoms falling within hours
Leave a strong tree bare
Reminds me of the way
That I used to fucking care

Jacaranda season never meant as much to me
As it did when I left you
I finally understood the tree
And with it, I finally grew

I hope our relationship withers
Beautifully like blossoms
We can even press a flower
And with it conceal our problems

Well, I don’t think you want to savor it
After all I’ve done, why would you?
I wish there was a way we could tend to it
And hold on to memory’s hue

But I will never force you to hold on
To something we should release
The one thing I will ask
Is that we can go in peace.

(I know that’s asking for a lot
But I’m going to ask for it anyways)

Purple was always my favorite color
And I loved sharing that with you
I’m leaving with the jacaranda leaves now
Don’t try to interpret that too.