So you cried
Inside your mother’s mirror
When she gave grief to you
and you would hide
out there in the forest
where you thought you could be true
But there were only meadows
With things that danced around
With flesh and skin I found you
And watched you on the ground
And you died
And you gave your mom her hero
And she left your dad for him
And you lied
Out there in the forest
Hung up one a limb
And now that no one’s around
I will cut your body down
A fruit of sorts you were
And I’ll plant you in the ground
And you grew
Into an apple tree
And I rest in your shade
And if you knew
How lovely your fruit tastes
I wonder if you'd have stayed
But no it is too late now
As you vanished with the sound
But maybe in a while
I’ll meet you in the ground
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