The Shower Tree

I sit underneath the shower tree,

This time of year they are in full bloom.

The flowers explode like fireworks in the night sky,

Formed from the once barren branch.

We would both sit under this tree together,

The wind would blow the falling blossoms.

They scattered around us bellowing on the Summer breeze.

The floral confetti strewn about our private world.

I can still feel the hopes and dreams we shared.

I still feel your hand squeezing mine.

I miss the Summers with your head and body pressed against me.

When you would melt into my cradling arms.

The shower trees eventually shed all their flowers,

And all their beauty fades.

So too did we and our love,

Lost against the changing seasons.

Every year when they bloom again,

I think of loving you beneath the shower trees.