That look in your eyes, I know it.
Where did you go?
I took the Bloor West streetcar
to meet you in High Park. We
stood under a constellation of
pinks and whites. It seemed like
the cherry trees bloomed just
for us.
Can we stay a bit longer? you asked.
We should go it's getting dark.
you answered.
There is always next year.
There was always a next year.
I wish we could have stayed.
That look in your eyes, I know it.
Where are you going?
