— cherry blossoms
we first met by the cherry blossoms,
their soft petals and warm smiles.
i'd often wonder what the petals had felt
once they've fallen.
had they been happy?
did they enjoy leaving that tree,
where they all looked exactly alike?
you were like a cherry blossom petal,
meia.
you and your warm smiles,
so gentle to the touch.
and, likewise, you were tired of being like the other flowers.
you chose falling
over staying in the exact same place
with the exact same people
forever.
often, i'd stay up at night
wondering what life would have been like
had I not wanted to paint
the blossoms that day
because i never would have seen you.
but i'm glad that
my pastels and blank canvas were
telling me i should.
as i write this, petals are in my hair
and the sound of april music
fill my lungs.
flowers begin to grow.
you're blossoming, graceful sakura. the cherry blossom tree is still there. maybe we'll run into each other again.
maybe, one day, i'll know if cherry blossoms are happy when they fall.
