Overgrowth

The cherry trees blossomed as you beckoned to me.
I leaned in and listened to the sound of new beginnings.
Whispers of wishes grew ten stories high.
And the green ivy trembled
silently, dancing,
we slumbered.
It was then I heard the dissonance but we were too far along.
You gave me a blindfold and sent me back where I belong.
The safest way to conquer these crescent eclipses
Is to backtrack…

Let me forget you ever existed.