It rains almost every day now
The window cries constantly
With heart-shattering grief
Liquid cannonball missiles that cut like steel
Through the snowdrop rivers, I see
As I walk these streets for the thousandth time
I’m homesick for sights I’ve never seen
Sunset painted stone, cinnamon air
This daffodil carpet only goes so far
Every break in the clouds is a ceasefire lie
To play you for a fool
Then attack you when you are blind
Each blue flare is a taunt, in a war with nature
You have no hope to win
When April promised it would be spring
Victory remains a far-off dream
Sun-bleached talcum sand and uranian seas
Saltwater breeze
I only wish to witness the constellations
In all their glory, undisturbed
But the clouds still smirk
Holding the sun hostage, and the ransom is too high
For a penniless bystander
Still paying the debt on places never seen
All the pictures and postcards
Disappear at dawn
With a last dance in the morning light
I can’t hold on to something; I have never seen
But I walk sakura - lined streets in my sleep
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