Bad Breakup
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.
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