She fell from my mind like cherry blossom,
A colourful confetti
Too delicate to touch,
A memory so beautiful
As to be imagined.
I had to sever my link with the land of the rising sun.
I fled Japan in the winter,
Koi kissing the underside of the ice in our pond.
I didn’t look back,
Midori tumbled away in neon signs, Buddhist temples,
Noodles and geisha,
Then the stewardess offered me Sake
And she slipped back into my blood.
I was glad.
How could I ever have thought to return without her,
She was my sun and always would be.