Sakura

I gaze upward
My face lifted towards the sky
As though I were a bird ready
To take flight

I watch the petals
Float gently towards me,
Like musical notes
In some classic composition

The soft lamb’s nose
Pink of the petals
Contrasts sharply against
The rolling gray of the sky

I hold each
In my hands as they rain
From the sky

I hold the cherry blossoms
Of your heart in my hands,
I hold pieces of you in
My hands.