The scent of each cherry blossom petal

Feels and smells like bliss

Reflection of the night sky

On the glassy surface below

Disrupted as a flower

Drifts onto the surface

The ripples

Float away

In perfect symmetry

Your breath, sweet, warm

Ruffles the hair above my ear

The back of your hand

Brushes against my cheek

And I know.

But then the ripples

Become waves and the flowers

Lose their scent

I sink below the water and soon find

It was never a pond to begin with