dreaming of sakura...

...and this, too, shall pass.

unsee

it's when the dreams once dreamt
crumple into pieces
and the dust falls.

when what once was
falls into ruin
that eyes see

before slowly closing
and sleep comes.

to talk

Call me
they told her-
if you ever need to talk.

she nodded,
her throat catching
thank you,
I appreciate it.

they walked off
and the sun molded itself
onto the contours of their backs

leaving what little light was left
retreating into the distance.

a.foreign.seed.

the tree has been growing,
nonstop for years now.

it started as a seed
that fell from the sky;
picked up by the wind
and carried somewhere

far away.

it was probably scared
at one point.
different leaves, strange roots
nosy birds, squiggly worms,
and even the sun shone differently.

but the sky remained the same
and the rain fell the same way,
the earth stayed firm
and the wind reminded it of home.

but it was a foriegner
in a strange land,
forced to make do

and so it grew.