undr a tree

poem on the departure of a much cherished one , and a hope that he will come back.

Under a tree
Raining ash and scorched leaves,
The sap, consumed long ago,
Dead branches:
Skeletons stretching their arms to the sky...
A benevolent sky,she wondered...waiting
She wondered at the dusk; blurred horizon,
Soon the dark,
Still , she waited, in wonder...
A shape behind a tree: it is he?!
Oh the mistake again,
Nothing but a fall of dead leaves
And a freezing dusk...
He wouldn't come back ;
Why should I linger on these roads?
He wouldn't be by.
It's been an eternity of drought
No sound...scorched lips
Scorched eyes
And etherized hopes.
Am I still alive?
She wondered before sinking behind a tree.