The Big Oak Tree

I can remember.
Sitting with you.
Under that big oak tree we used to play under.
There's so many memories there.
Remember when we played hide and seek that one day?
You hide so well that I couldn't find you and I started crying.
You heard me and came out of hiding, and gave me a daisy you had found growing out of the ground.

I also remember another time....
It was late in June.
We laid under that big tree and watched millions of lighting bugs light up the sky.
It was as if we were surrounded in stars.
That was also our first kiss.
We were 16 then.

Then a couple years later, in the biter cold of winter, you had to leave.
Your dad got a new job. Far, far away.
I cried myself to sleep that night, the night you told me.
It felt as if the whole world was melting away, everything was dying.
Nothing could help.

The day you had to leave, you came to my house.
I wasn't there though, I was at a funeral.
You left a single rose on my bed and then left.
I kept that rose forever.
Until the last petal shriveled up and died, and that just brought more tears to my eyes.

So here I am now, sitting under this big oak tree.
Remembering all the memories that we have here, under this beautiful tree.
I'm waiting for you to come back.
Waiting for you to come back to me.
Please come back.
Please come home.