My eyes focus on
The little leaf, moon bathing
Beside my torn up shoes,
Picking a spot as far from my dastardly shadow
As possible.
My hands feverishly feel around
For the nothing in my pockets.
I'm still waiting.
She hasn't said anything
And I'm still waiting.
I can't look yet.
I blink as my gaze
Shifts towards the sky.
It's as if the moon
Invited the stars to shine brighter
And closer to earth
With it,
But they won't.
Not yet,
If at all.
I blink as I level my head.
My eyelids spring open.
Her cobalt iris' shine sky blue under the moon.
Our eyes meet,
Speaking silent volumes.
A group of wind streams rustle
An invitation to the the residents
Of the Cherry Blossom tree beside us.
The petals accept without hesistation
Following the wind in it's path between her and I.
The moon bathed leaf
Ascends to join it's friends.
A spot of green among a flying sea of pink.
Across this sea I spot her auburn hair
Dancing to the whistle of the wind.
The green and pink fade out of view.
The wind stops whistling,
Her hair stops dancing,
And a cloud masks the moon.
She brings her hand to the side of her head
Gliding it above the ear,
Pushing back her hair.
"I love you too," she says.
The cloud moves to reveal the moon,
And a few stars that seem
To be shining brighter.
