Cherry Blossoms

I must gather
cherry blossoms
to place it
over everything
that is absent

Parijat

I’ll keep you
at an arm’s length
as a stranger
as a guest.

When you walk down
the last step
past
the Parijat tree in full bloom
I will never cry.

I wonder
if I am being missed
when you watch the waves
waltzing away
beneath the evening sky.

Is it the ocean’s kiss
that revives a dying sun?
or the moon’s longing whispers?
If not,
is it the hushed tears from the blinking stars?