prismatic.
lilian z.
it was a night under the cherry trees
where i met you
in the pavilion i saw you sit
melodies of years gone by.
i walked up,
you stopped.
eyes piercing.
it was then i felt
my chest pounding.
this isn't right,
i would think to myself
to think that it would be you
instead of her.
the next time it was my turn
to sit there, waiting.
chest pounding.
until i saw you
and my worries fluttered away.
like this life continued
until one day, we were found.
my first thought was to run
my second was to take you with.
but it was too late.
they cut you open,
banished to a lowered status.
but it was still lucky
that you lived.
years passed.
concubines aplenty,
though none ever
as patient
or satisfying
as you.