Ignored

Standing up
Tall along the
Dark trail

Hope to be noticed
By someone,
Walking by me

Tired of being
Stuck behind all
The others

But the one time
That I was seen
It hurt

The boy’s knife carving
Into my side

His lover’s eyes glowed
When he was finished like
She was happy her initials
Were now on me

They even rested
Under me for
A little while
During their picnic

If it weren’t for their
Carving I could have
Been happy

But now they don’t
Even come back
I’m left here all alone

During the fall to sit
Here and have my limbs
And leaves flow away
In the cold wind

Behind the rest of
Them as I rot and
And start to tilt more
And more to the side
I am ignored