We part our ways

in the whisper of west wind

the clinging smoke

curling around our fingertips

*

I see our cars

parked side by side

windows rolled all way up

engines cold and silent

*

I see the dark water

trembling against the sky

I see the cherry trees

withering under the clouds

*

I see our paths

ever dividing, ever distanced

reaching either side of the horizon

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