weeping willow

She spoke with great deference,
Compassion
And cadence,
Like a young boy I felt comfort.

Though as she left,
I said nothing,
Knowing she would be there,
In my time of regret.

Yet when the hour came,
I felt alone,
I made a mistake,
And was dishonest to myself.

She can’t reach me now,
Or extend an aiding hand,
Because I’ve been untrue,
To the me that she believed.