Lonesome tree and me

Boxed them away today, the baubles with their silver and white
beading.
The string of pearls packed without knots, the lights flickering
for the last time before being laid to rest, buried within the
cold dark lofty tomb upstairs.

I wasn't expecting quite the rush of emotions, it was after
all,  just me and the tree, both standing, both, now lonesome,
Pausing to say a little prayer on what might be, letting the
tear fall freely I broke it down and boxed it away with the love
and care I'd always shown, unsure for the very first time if I'd
ever see that tree again.