Last Year's Tree
When you step off the vehicle and
greet our old friends,
Do not flinch when you see a black cat
pass by and try not to think of me.
Close your eyes and breathe;
It is not what it used to be.
Do not compare the autumn leaves
from last year’s tree,
When we were beneath that shade
On the first day, we stayed.
Like wind, I will let you know I’m there
without showing myself.
I wish for you to visit sometime,
even if you’re not with me.
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