Parting

Together we braid flowers
Into a delicate, fragrant bouquet,
Returning home, happy,
As the red ball drops down from the sky.

At the side-road we part.
The bouquet trembles in our hands,
Falls, and breaks in two.

I take one half, you the other
And, holding it firmly, you are gone....

I walk alone in the dusk,
You run away with only ihe flower
Sending its scent to me.