Never Again

I go to where I last saw you, where plum blossoms painted the road white, to see you again. But the ground is swept clean by leaf blowers, and it is only me on the grey concrete. I go to where I once saw you, where the crescent moon hung like a metal hook, to see you again. But now the moon is full, and for all these days and weeks, I have not yet found you again. You, a passerby of gardens and night skies, never to be caught at the same place again.