Blossom
You. You see me. Together we stand in the ray of the sun and moon.
They share happiness and love. We share the same.
The working units we are create mixed feelings. My mind spins, racing to find your sanctuary.
The land that is yours and mine is divided now. I can no longer step one foot onto yours. For it would make me cry again.
That voice in my head telling me to try has turned off. I no longer can see you. Why should I try?
However, my heart tells me different. It aches for your presence. Therefore, I step on the frozen ground in December.
Tears start to fall. I knew this would happen, and so did that voice. As on cue snow starts falling to soothe my heart.
Nevertheless, it just makes it cold. My heart is breaking. Chipping away each time the wind blows. Soon there will be just a hollow hole in the place of my stilled heart.
Nothing less nothing more.
You died the day of cherry blossoms.
The flower that I title as my power. My strength is your death.
I will protect you forever, even if you are gone.
Even if I have to protect the thing that makes my heart break every day.
I will love you forever and always, and our love is held together by your death. Therefore, I am grateful for our love to last this long.
Even when I will die and people will forget me. Our love will last.
Because of the blossom. The cherry blossom.
That we will have eternal love and compassion.