And I Ran
Outside, the trees are bending,
straining in the tremulous winds.
The breeze sends leaves scattering,
swirling into geometric patterns on the sidewalk,
blowing dead flowers about my feet.
I stop to pluck one from the ground
to place it behind my ear.
The others will call me foolish,
a hopeless romantic,
but this wilting cherry blossom
is the most gorgeous flower
I have ever seen.
I look to the sky,
there is a storm on the horizon
and I can feel it in the wind,
I can see it in the sky.
Paint my eyes over
so I cannot see,
you are blinding me.
“And I ran, I ran so far away”
and you followed.
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