It blossoms.

This morning,
I was standing on my foot,
it spelled unusual as before.

I was in the whirl,
circling, cycling and rotating.
Then I stopped.
It was queasy; and
the sky was spiralling
with me.

The moment just before I realized
you are not beside me,
I know I had lost my way,
in no demarcation spot.

Feeling weepy.
I promised
I will not let it go,
I will become stronger.

Again,
it strikes up upon our friendship.
It then blossoms.
Like a blossoming sakura.

To my dearest friend,

"Happy Birthday!"