Never Again

I go to where I last saw you,
where plum blossoms
painted the road white,
to see you again.

But the ground is swept clean
by leaf blowers,
and it is only me
on the grey concrete.

I go to where I once saw you,
where the crescent moon
hung like a metal hook,
to see you again.

But now the moon is full,
and for all these days and weeks,
I have not yet found you again.

You, a passerby
of gardens and night skies,
never to be caught
at the same place again.