Tangled Love
A short piece by Sebastian Jacobs
As I sat, without a care in the world, under the old willow tree by the almost diamond like lake. Guarded by shadows to keep out the heat of the blistering sun on a hot summers day. I thought about all that happens, what has happened, what will happen, and I had never thought this deeply about anything. I looked at the branches intertwining with one another, and I wondered why the love of two people nowadays cannot be tightly woven like branches of an old willow tree.
It reminded me of when I fell in love, she was beautiful, and I have never been able to get myself to move on from her. She had the stars in her eyes and has a heart of pure gold, her silky smooth hair was ravishing as the wind blew every strand. She left a mark, one that you carry in remembrance of her. She was the willow tree, and I was the leaves. I spent my days sheltering, guarding her heart from the blistering sun, only to realize that winter was coming.
As the days went by, we made memories, memories that will be stored in the veins of the leaves and the bark of the willow. We were making our approach to Winter. I spent my days with her as best I could, I made sure to protect her and nurture her from the sun whilst it was still in the sky, I became fragile, I was withering away with the sun, everyday more than the day before. I realized that our time was becoming shorter, it was only a matter of time until my last leaf blew away with the wind from her branches, knowing that she would grow new leaves as winter ended.
It was now winter and I was holding on for dear life, I was falling apart, one leaf at a time, I lay on the floor beneath her, I tried my best sprout new leaves as old ones fell but with no success. I realized that I was losing her, the willow tree with branches intertwined and leaves, as green as they could be, now no longer together, but separated. I had laid on the ground, overlooking the sight of this beautiful willow tree and the diamond like lake, only to see her sprout new leaves of someone other. There was nothing I could do.
I lay on the floor, during the hot months of spring, seeing the new leaves now protect her, and nurture her from the newly coming blistering sun. I spent my days decomposing, and sinking my essence into the ground to nurture her still, but in was different to before, I had no more contact with the willow herself, but rather the ground beneath, in which I could start a new journey, onto another tree, one that may not want to lose her leaves during the winter months.
This has been Sebastian, and I am signing out !