My Forest

My only forest.

I walk beneath your tall trees, feeling your natural silence surround me like a cold cradle. 

Far removed from the sounds of the city, the cars, the streets, the people, me.

As I step onto your damp earth, the hushed rustle of leaves above my head, I listen to nothing and I think of nothing but you.  The sodden crunch of your yellow rust foliage under my feet humming itself into my ears like one last lullaby.

I find the tree I was looking for and stop.

Your outstretched arms call me and I yearn for the friendly embrace only they can give me. 

I nail my message to your trunk and discard the hammer.

You eagerly hold the rope as it twists around your boughs.

Holding it tight as my body falls against this tree I was looking for.

My only forest, you can now hold me forever. 

I won't leave again, my suicide forest.