Normally I progress with such confidence, I think,
    though others might not see it.
    My future, to myself, is just one rail
    but sometimes it’s the trolley problem
    where I don’t know who’s on which track,
    (who might I demolish today?)
And that was all one bullet; I’m sorry.
    (Don’t be. If I was offended, you’d know.)
But I’m a fool. You see,
I thought I knew you and know how you knew me
And my usual overconfidence led to my comfort
I honestly didn’t have it in me to doubt.
Should I embrace the may-be-waste-of-time?
I see now why before I pretended anyone could be a friend
                   (any one could be a fraid?)

Now that the cherry blossoms have burst for two days,
the branches are bare.
I thought my orchard was growing more gorgeous than it was.