his warm strong hands lift me up towards the vast blue sky
my grasping little Fingers stretched out feel the rays of the sun warm my skin
then suddenly,
A gust of cold wind blows him away like
petals of dandelions
disappearing
one
by
one
Till
there
are
none.

the sky starts turning graphite gray,
but his scent of:
citrus
musk
pines
still lingers in the air.

my Hands once reaching out
become loose hanging threads.


,
                                                   the sky starts crying
                                               forming huge teardrops
                                                       ­ that falls on
                                                           my facE
                                                            ­slowly
                                                          ­   then
                                                            ­   all
                                                           at once
                                                            ­    it
                                                          ­   Rains.


The taste of green tea, bitter and warm, remains.