Futago

The last cherry blossom of the spring touches the water
Early winter’s light shining down upon me
I clutch my mirror- our mirror-
and look in it everyday.
I miss you dearly
for your face is my face
and I love you so.

My grief is like a treacherous landslide,
collapsing upon me, consuming my every thought.
You are now the sun and I the snow,
your golden rays reducing me to water,
reflecting upon me times of light and joy.

Your ebony hair, golden in midsummer’s light,
your liquorice eyes, lit up with joy and innocence.
A peaceful youth,
before winter came and skies turned grey.

The last cherry blossom covered by the healing snow,
filled with grief and happiness.
I know blossoms will bloom
and spring will come again.