Leaving eternity

I will miss my best friend when I leave this place.

He has watched over me the last two years that I have lived here, so protectively. With his head coming out of my window, he has seen every tear I shed, every word of prayer I said. And in turn, he has listened and his own tears dropped as leaves. Ironically, I swept those leaves myself.

Eternity is my friend, he is a tree.