Cherry Blossoms in the Breeze

Carried on a gentle breeze,

Cherry blossoms drift down,

Spinning in fragrant clusters

The sight should be beautiful,

Something pure, untouchable

Alas, all I see in their

Pearl pink hue is the outline

Of you, hand outstretched,

Warm smile in place

The sight should be beautiful

But, it only dredges up

A bittersweet pain,

The inescapable sorrow of parting