Pine Blossoms

Poem by Hailey Jiang

O, how we ran like the stars

That one lonely summer night.

And on my knee still is the scar

And in my chest, the light.

Your hand brushed past by me

And for a second I swore you were mine.

But your hand reached for the tree

The ancient infinity, formidable pine.

Darling, find me in the blossoms,

darling, find me in the leaves.

Do not look past the blossoms,

do not look for the grieves.

I shall never again look up at the sky,

Nor shall my legs be sore 

From running, chasing forever shy

Of being yours.

Alone in the dead wilted moor

I am not entirely sure

Of who I am looking for.

Shall I ever see you once more?