in haste

a story, poem about a girl i dated for a short time. we broke up and it motivated me to start a Christmas Tree business.🐟

It started on NYE in haste just before COVID.

Fleeting but ended up bonding, you had a neat haircut.

Watching Parasite over plates of unagi in your South Yarra apartment.

Walking through bookshops trying to impress you.

A few months together, we learned…we grew.

It started to show that we were different.

You didn’t like I didn’t have a degree, was friends with the fish and wanted to climb trees.

It didn’t take long before we splintered.

You didn’t think I had many hopes or dreams.

You thought it was silly I dreamt of trees.

I was bothered by that and used it as motivation.

To push myself with great determination.

To start a business slinging Christmas Trees.

Each time I doubted it, I remembered what you said and thought.

”This is my great idea and I know it will work.”

And I became addicted to the smell of pine on my skin and in my pocket.

It ended up going more than fine and pushed me to do more and more.

I think about why and came to realise, you were looking after yourself as did I.

All the best in this world of whatever.

But now that I’m journeying home, I’ll be up there, in the great trees above.

Remember to include heart and soul, dreams and patience.

I know it is within you.

Deep inside it is there.

You can read all about that very real Christmas Tree business here 🌲
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