i sat in class with my head in my hands,

watching as the sakura fall from the trees outside the window.

one by one they fell and i thought

maybe she could be my friend.

a breeze grew and carried the blossoms gently away

all at once they left and i wondered

would she be my friend?

no

says the voice inside. just look at her

she's her own person.

who would befriend a nobody like me?