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Click hereI think it's like
how sometimes trees
can miss their leaves.
They don't feel right,
but do not die.
Nor do I feel
right, without you.
But I admit,
unlike a tree,
when I miss you
I'm not sureleaves
implies return.
Very nice introduction to a feel of poignancy or perhaps fear of loss with that last stanza.
economy of words and conciseness of imagery. Some fun wordplay here. That last stanza feels a bit weak compared to the rest of the poem, would perhaps tighten it a little.
good old Botany, the science of plants; the branch of biology that deals with plant life. You merged it into your poem quite well, thanks.
good old Botany, the science of plants; the branch of biology that deals with plant life. You merged it into your poem quite well, thanks.