Rings of My Tree: Written November 2025 (Aged 50)

Rings of My Tree

What hurts is, well, it’s…
What hurts is, well, it’s…
That I love you,
and I have always loved you.
You were part of me
when I was swallowed by life,
and emotions
cut me like a kitchen knife.
And your friendship
could not have felt more right.
Your friendship was ingrained;
you were a needed branch,
the rings on my tree.
You pulled me up,
just as you pulled me to my knees.
I love you,
in a way, that only friends do,
when the weather makes you a cup of tea,
and you hold on,
because there is a storm in every brew,
and walking away
just hurts too much.
We have fallen in and out of each other’s lives,
in and out of bed,
been there,
with regretful words said.
But I love you.
And when we first knew each other,
all those years ago,
I could have never imagined
that all these years later
I would be here feeling like this,
and that you would not be in my life.

James Garratt: November 2025

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