blooms

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?
          
          

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