On the rushing trains of Tokyo

I was taking a walk
And saw a couple at the park
the other day.
From the back,
the man was holding her
the woman had her hands on his.

They were staring
At the only tree
with sakura left faintly blooming.

(Clutches)
That never worked for us.

(Chuckles)
They will not make it

(Chokes)
You never gave me the chance.

I left. Once again
my jealousy took away the beauty.
This time the park’s.

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