Cherry Blossom Girl

I remember how her breath…tasted.


When it became one with mine. Warm. Soft. Patient. Inhale. Exhale.

I hear her voice so clearly in my head.

Not anything particular. No recapped conversation. No video. No post. No words. No notes.

Just the essence.

The octave.

The buoyancy.

The tone.

The memory.

The everything.