Wishes On A Dead Tree

…and here I am,
standing in front of this tree
reminiscing those moments
when it used to be you and me…

We made a promise
(do you remember, dear..?)
you said you won’t go
as we were lying here…

Time has passed…
and I stand here and cry
You left without a word
and you never told me why.

Now, I have to let go
of things that will never be
‘coz my dreams are all but wishes
here, on this dead tree.