Forgive Me

Forgive

Me.
I




cut




down









that









tree
in


your







back
yard.



You



know,












that
tree
that






held


so










many





of

your

cherished


memories.

I’m
sorry,
I

thought it
might
look




good.
Kinda like this poem.
And that
maybe
Just maybe
It might start to grow back.
Looks



like





I

was






MISTAKEN.

(For easier reading)

Forgive me.






And that maybe,
I cut down that tree in your yard.



Just maybe,
You know,






It might start to grow back.
That tree.






Looks like I was mistaken.
That held so many of your cherished memories.

I’m sorry,
I thought it might look good.
Kinda like this poem.