And Now We Grow Apart

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If time ever rewinds, may we return
to when our friendship blossomed, cherry trees
so light and lovely — ’til our monsters burned,
consumed that fragrance, lost now to a breeze
that cuts with eager teeth, devouring
the gentle fruits of friendship, tentative
and tried by miseries empowering
our basest voices. No preventative
could spare us, tender sprouts against a storm
unleashed upon our bones. I know we tried
for love — another monster a gentle form
who left our spirits derelict, tongues tied.

And now, regret, undimmed by years that scar
once lovely trees, becoming who they are.