the tree, myself and i

the park standing a few steps away from my house
holds a tree. 
under the shade i used to crawl to
and let the shadows bury me. 

the bittersweet, lingering glances
wondering why i never spoke. 
they hadn't known that all my confessions
where sitting peacefully as droplets on the leaves. 

the kids that ran across in front
pondered if i was okay. 
it's as if they couldn't see the thick wood 
always behind my back. 

i wasn't lonely, 
but rather alone with it's comfort. 
i wanted others' absence 
to indulge in its companionship. 

but when the wind would blow
on the leaves a little too hard,
and when the shade became
perhaps a little too dark

i'd return in the presence of others,
til the next day.
and run away back 
to my own comfort.