I'm sorry, I drank all your sake
Again, I left you some money
On the desk - I'll be gone in the morning
Like the rain.
You have always forgiven - forgotten
A tinture of both mixed in the palette
of your heart withstanding
Me. My black swathes
Of Beauty and Pain. You conceive
What I feel when I glance
At the flowers I trampled
With my boots
Yes, I've been meaning to buy you flowers
But it's too cliche - too conventional
For our approximations of love
Like cherry blossoms in the wind
So instead, I drank all your sake. I'm sorry
Again, I left you some money
On the desk - I'll be gone in the morning
Like the rain.