Sakura Day

It was the last day,
she was all done.
The flower blooms were so breezy, 
and fun.


Goodbyes were said, 
but she wasn't quite ready to go.
One more goodbye,
she couldn't let go.


And so she raced upstairs to that room,
her heart full of wonder,
eyes bright like the sun.
She stormed up the stairs like an unbridled thunder,
to find the sweet boy,
whom her affections had won.

And so with her card,
she tracked him down.
And slipped him the note,
nervous,
though conviction sound.

He opened it quickly,
but she was already gone.
Left was her number,
and a drawing
of a smooch on a lawn.