#2 Beneath the Sakura
My lap pillows
My husband's head…
Content, he smiles
My hand lifts back
A wisp of red…
Aloud, I dream
Was that the wind?
My whisper?
His sigh?
My eyes perceive
The altered cheek…
Silently, I weep
The scar is gone.
I watch the blossoms fall.
He sleeps.