unlit matches

meandering

it's 4:30pm.

where are you
to carry me
home
again?

travel in your
pocket,

listen to
muse

and nibble on
mochi too.

much has
changed today,

4:30pm is another
time of day

where i type
and stare

at a glaring screen.

reminiscing our
strolls home,
arm in arm.

a year nearly passed,
but our little wanders
have stuck like
treacle to
my weary

heart.