You

Deep in the woods,
Beneath the skies,
You’re not alone.

The truth now unfolds,
If only for a while,
The story is being told,

Of all that was loved,
And all that was lost,
You lived in the crinkles,
You lived in their hearts.

What binds us–
Like the white blossoms,
Our moments,
So whole and true,
Dragged around in circles of breeze,
You take them with You.

When one day they look back,
The scar of our love-
Imprints my far farewell,
Then with the cry, I fled
Shed the tears,
As I quietly left.

If only for a little while,
When our dreams come true,
After all that we suffer,
All that we do,
There will be a day,
Oh, there will be a day,
For me and you.

-Arya