Sakura

It wasn't that long of a train ride,
but the scenery on the other side of the window
moving by in a slow motion
made the ride longer than it need to be.

The way the city lights flickered
from window to window,
as if I was watching a montage of my life.
Each panel, one after another
showed me a memory I had with you.
These images seem like a still picture
out of some scrapbook,
or a cheesy line from a poem
out of a letter, which I wished
I had given it to you years ago.

It wasn't that sad,
sitting here watching the train entering and departing
from station to station.
The petals of the cherry blossom outside
seem like a pink snow flake falling in Spring,
serving a remainder
that there was still a hint of Winter
remained in my heart.