Cherry Petals Fall Like Teardrops (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Black hair, streaked with grey.
Longer, below his shoulders.
Mouth still firm and full.
He said, Little Bird
It is hanami. Let us
Go and sit and talk.
Pink and white petals
Above us, petals falling
Like teardrops on us.
His eyes full of peace
As he told me how lonely
The years had been. I
touched my hand to his
cheek and he put his hand on
mine. I knew his touch well.
We sat under the
Cherry trees and spoke only
Heart to heart, no words.
I closed my eyes and
Tears rained down my face. Always
He said. Forever.
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