Ocha wo Nigosu

He wanted to ask
but knew she would not tell.
Her eyes said much,
Her lips spake nothing.

He reached out to touch
a wisp of her hair,
loose and gently lifing in the breeze.
His hand stopped, just short.

Deeply he sighed.
Her face downcast, lashes
against her cheeks.
Again, he reached out to touch.

She looked up and held him
with her eyes.
This time he touched her hair.
Warm and soft as he knew her skin
would be. He caressed the delicate wave.
She turned and her lips
softly touched his hand.

Then she turned and walked away.