Tsumetai Kaze 冷たい風

She speaks the name, a cold
wind hiding regrets, in the
shaped contours of her eyes
rests a want for forgiveness,
an ache to make amends, crude
shadows hide her like reeds
obstructing the lily pad, she is a
flower with petals ignoring bees,
a crisp branch refusing a perch
for robins.
 
Her inner torture – tied knots in her fingers.
 
If she had the strength to reach
her grip would fail her, tenacity
is void, numbness. Her Senpai
warned that love and friendship
would suffer should she continue.
Love and friendship are the ink
of which names are recorded.
 
This name is invisible,
a cold wind hiding regrets.
 
Could he forgive? Was forgiveness
his to offer?
 
The truth is divine,
she would remain agnostic.

Illustrated by E.Blewett