Cherry Tree

Her limbs are like those of a cherry tree - I mean, I am choking on cherry blossoms - I mean, I want to choke on the thought of her - I mean, I didn’t think I could burn like I used to. Didn’t think I could yearn like I used to.

Listen, I’ll bury my past like the dog buried its bone in the backyard. Let me dig a grave, let me mourn. The tarot reader told me, it’s the past it’s the past it’s the past. This is your future. She’s my future, and I will enter this world over and over, blind and deaf like a newborn; searching for her - over and over.