Her eyes lit up as we sent them on their way,

Little paper boats on a river in May,

I sat by her side near the water that day,

I still know my lap as where her head lay

This moment is one that I wish I could keep,

The last few remnants of a sweet spring breeze,

The way I could walk and skip with such ease

And the very faint scent of young lemon trees

Now I sit by myself once May’s already came,

Send a small paper boat with a candle’s lit flame,

**Wish that scent of lemon trees had just stayed the same**

And know that my tears aren’t where I place blame