BrokenPoetsMemoirs

When the Sakura Blooms

When the Sakura blooms, I am reminded of her.

Reminded of all the times we\'ve spent together.

I remember the day we met like it was yesterday.

Such a memory fills me with sorrow every day.

As the days went by, we got closer and closer,

And every time we talked, I knew her better and better.

I liked her as a friend at first,

Then, like a Sakura flower, my feelings for her started to burst

When I confessed to her, I was anxious and nervous.

I felt joy when I found out I was victorious.

I thought then and there she was the woman of my dreams,

But it would not work out that way, it seems.

For four months, we were happy together.

I foolishly thought our love could last forever.

But one day she said to me she was leaving,

At that moment, I thought I was dreaming.

I demanded answers, of course, asked her why and told her not to go.

She would not change her mind; it seemed, so I was forced to let her go.

I am reminded of her when the Sakura blooms,

As I wallow in pain and agony inside my empty room.