3:00 AM.  

The watch beeps and I turn.

Her scent wafts through the window panes.

Suddenly, I’m under a sakura.

In front of me she stands.

Chest touching chest,

Hand on the back of my head.

I gently bend down,
For a cherry flavored kiss.

We touch,

I feel coarse paper on my lips.
 

A faded photo greets me,

With her head scratched off.