Alas, no more.
I hand it over to Death's greedy palms.
Gently placed upon her deathbed, I weep and weep.
We've been friends forever it seems.
Of course, she disliked me at first.
Always swooning over Sasuke, she was.
But we came together, bonded.
Through our joy and our woe.
Our laughter and our suffering.
Our journeys and our troubles.
To think back to those times of innocence brings a smile.
A tear.
I'd give anything to return to it.
The naivety of our childhood.
Before we grew up and became what we are now.
Full-fledged ninjas, facing death on every corner.
We had thought ourselves invincible.
At the very least, unstoppable.
That changed quickly, though.
But still, even as our comrades and enemies both fell.
We thought we'd always have each other.
But not anymore.
I lay the fragile flower on her breast.
White camellia.
If she sees it, she'll know.
She loved flowers.
She told me some of her favorites and what they symbolized.
This wasn't a favorite, but she likes all flowers.
Besides, the meaning is appropriate.
One day more, I long to have.
To travel back in time, I long to do.
This gravestone without her name, I long to visit.
And that I'm waiting, waiting, waiting for you, my friend.
Sakura.
It's me, Naruto.
I hope you like the flower.
I'll bring one every visit.
Amongst future peonies and lilies and chrysanthemums.
Amongst future roses and poppies and sweet peas.
Amongst future irises and tulips and magnolias.
Amongst future dahlias and gardenias and daffodils.
Will be a bundle of white camellias.