Narukami no sukoshi toyomite
     (A faint clap of thunder)
sashi kumori
     (Clouded skies)
Ame mo furanu ka?
     (Perhaps rain comes)
Kimi wo todomemu
     (If so, will you stay here with me?)

Narukami no sukoshi toyomite
     (A faint clap of thunder)
furazu to mo
     (Even if rain comes not)
warewa tomaramu
     (I will stay here)
imoshi todomeba*
     (Together with you)

Where you are concerned,
less
is
more.

Less words,
more meaning.

Less actions,
more meaningful.

One time.

Silence.
Me: It feels like you’re afraid to lose me.
Silence.
You: I am.

Another time.

Me: Do you want me to let go now?
Is this let go?
Silence.
You: A long hug.
Silence.
Me: What does this mean?
Silence.
You: I don’t know...
I don’t know what this means.
Silence.

And then some other day.

You: Take care.
Pause.
Me: Yes. Thank u.
Pause.
You: Love love.
Pause.
Pause.
Pause.
Me: Love u.
Us: Silence.

March 19, 2017
**for j.e.

Halcyon days gone.
I wonder for how long.
Days, weeks?

Perhaps only until tomorrow,
then you come with the new sun?
Or later before the sun bids farewell,
and you'll be as you've always been?

But the space between us
drives the point of longer.
How much longer?
Hours drag on the longest.

What do I know now really
except that I cannot know.
What now?
Why. Why. Why.

In a universe of parallels,
you are an alternate,
not an alternative,
a constantly inconsistent presence,
now, sadly, merely a thought,

albeit

persisting...
persisting...
resisting.

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Please don't log in here.
Our walls are our heart's war zones.
No casualties, please.

the turning felt much
like dice a'rolling. these hearts,
the proof of needing

022017

When girls get ice cream,
you know you need to worry.
What did you do now?

022017

thoughts filling my head
set off the panic alarm
warning, warning. stop.

022017