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the cherry blossoms happened only for a week and you missed it. now they are dark berries on the ground, wet and matted with cement and twigs and stray string from first grade art projects, spit and soil and hard cold truth. this city was covered in fairy tale pillows and cotton candy wisps that shot up from car windows, out apartments lining the streets of Capp in the mission and now, they fall easily into eyes and bangs, dead and gone, tired and forgotten and i just cant believe you missed it all. that you missed this beauty. that half this city forgot to look up in a week, eyes on shoes on money and fame and feigned love and supposed bliss. that this city missed the cherry blossoms and i miss you, wildly, uncontrollably. that while we are missing one thing, we lose, become disenchanted and careless, with another. i never want to miss you this way. i cant stand the missing of something that will never return. the cherry blossoms will be back, not this year, but again, they will fill the grey sky will pinks and perfect patience and the city will be lovely again, to stop you in your tracks and be grateful. his smile i wont get to see, hear that voice lift up in dark rooms on clement, bedrooms and car hoods, sing out, sing out, mingle with lofty breathy november, hold me close against washing machines until were laughing hysterically under lamplight, fire light, he was light... often we forget and then all the sudden we are missing someone, something that wont return. i never want to be careless like that again. please let us all stop being so careless.