Awaited end

There was no other try
Left to make the best
Out of something so beautiful 
It was dead before it grew 
Anywhere, branches stretching 
deceased leaves waiting 
To finally fall, off this special
One thing, my heart has fought for 
This was not love 
An obsession, masked expensive colors 
Still the gray took its form
When it reached the end,
We couldn’t fathom the thought 
Yet I wonder if all along 

you knew.