through the cherry blossom tree

Behind the purple clouds

when the sun begins to set

and the smell of winter

is everywhere

I sit outside and stare long.

Between the branches and the fruit

of the cherry blossom tree

I try and catch a glimpse

of fast fading light

and quickly hiding birds

I hum a song I used to know

half forgotten

half lost

and then

I miss you....

I miss you a lot.