Sakura

Haruno Sakura
Stepped inside.
Sadness and memory
Was all she could find.

Dusty frames
Surrounded color.
How could one blame
His own brother?
Pots and pans
Lay in place,
Touched by hands
Lost in space.
A katana lay,
Its shine still bright.
She had to say,
It caused her fright.

Tears falling,
She stumbled outside.

He heard her calling,
But had chosen his side.