the tree I loved

I loved this beautiful tree
and often held it in my hands through my balcony
clicked pictures with it in the background
plenty of selfies and everyone acknowledged the greenery that surrounded me 

it's alive still but threadbare now

Its branches are sawed off by neighbours who thought it got in the way

of their beautiful garden to be

which never happened 

for they are a family of three

with grandiose visions with no actuality 

they hardly step out of the house

don't even take their dog out for a walk

their garden which I wish I had 

is strewn with dead leaves and rubbish from everywhere

and there is a large workbench that was a part of their vision once 

to make on it a fence for their garden 

a large box with rusting tools that stays open and collects water, eats dust and dies in the wind 

sits on the bench just as unhappy as the ropes and twines that are now frayed

it could have been more, if they'd let it be

the years have piled up and it looks deceased

it's a cemetery of dead branches still lying from that beautiful tree