a false memory peers through the open window 

a spring once remembered; 

the smell of lilac carried by the wind; 

a daffodil, dried up and forgotten on the dashboard;

a memory once cherished, 

now left to rot under your bed 

one cherry blossom flutters through the sky, 

picks up and falls again 

and again like a hand proclaiming 

wait i never claimed to have wanted this-- 

bound by desire 

held together by empty statements; 

wondering, wishing, hoping

that springtime would be better