The Castle Literary Magazine


Spring 2000 | Volume 54 Issue 2


Sherry Carlson, ’00

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My existence is so rooted in you
That in your absence
I slip away
Withered, unnoticed
Like the last leaf leaving
The brittle branches behind.
I am sustained only
By what lies underground
You
And the roots
You planted, sustained, admired
And left
Alone