He left cherry blossom petals on my pillow.
And whispered soft songs in my ear to welcome morning sunrise.
With eyes closed I'd imagine his smile and that little dimple that defined him just so.
But, now he seems so distant ; always with a somber guise.
My mind sifted and sorted through every possible explanation.
Was the love that once stopped time finally coming to an end?
I left cherry blossom petals on his pillow in adoration.
And whispered a soft song in his ear to welcome wounds to mend.
You muttered my name, but paid no mind to my lullaby.
I don't understand this rejection which bites at my flesh like a dozen serrated knives.
In the evening I placed my hand on your's as you read, but my touch you deny.
Closer I crept to kiss your naked lips, hoping for love's revive.
And with that you left me in the dark.
In fear, I followed you through winding paths as you fought the rain.
I kept to your back as we sprinted beyond the park.
And through this all my heart was dissolving in constant pain.
...
He left cherry blossom petals on my headstone.
And knelt in the murky mud to whisper a sad song to allow this final goodbye.
I stared with eyes straining to see the truth; shattered and alone.
You wept holding my memory as I remembered the moment when I was to die.
He had always loved me and never did it fail.
And I'll sit here until he leaves; until I can no longer see him in the distance.
I shall close my eyes and dream of cherry blossom trees, so frail.
And underneath the falling petals we will forever dance.
...
Goodbye, my constant love.
