Under the Cherry Tree
Cherry tree blossoms
The branches brushing my face
As I mourn his death
I mourn his passing
And I never said goodbye
Now I whisper it
I know he can’t hear
He is shut deep in the ground
So close, yet so far
He asked to be here
Under his weeping cherry
The place we first met
I feel like a dream
Time is passing without me
I am done living
Someday I’ll go back
But for now I mourn for him
With the cherry tree
Note-this is actually haiku
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Copyright © Glory Winzer | Year Posted 2015
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