four seconds apart

23 2 5
                                        

⌠ 1 ⌡

For some reason

I wake in the early morning,

almost expecting to hear rain.

That rhythmic sound,

spattering against the window.

Maybe it was a wish.

My body moves, routine.

Clothes.

Teeth.

Phone.

Nothing.

Screen fades after a while.

My reflection flashes.

I can't stand it.

Coffee beans, ground down.

Black liquid. Dirt without sugar.

Then, outside. A gust of heat.

It stings my skin.

I find myself searching

for the same path we walked.

Past the shitty arcade, vines twisting on brick.

Past the park. Zelkova groves.

Past the bridge. No orange, just blue.

A crowd of people, setting up stalls.

Some paper lanterns sway lazily.

I end up on a grassy hill, overlooking the river.

Waves roll in the distance.

The wind blows bits of sand into my mouth.

Sweat beads on my skin.

I almost think I can hear their voices.

Eri's warm giggle.

Yura blurts an insult.

Takeshi doesn't say anything.

But he grins. Always.

I turn.

Some fireflies, flashing,

blinking.

Earlier than normal.

A smile,

at what?

Take my earphones out.

Plug them in.

Hold the volume dial.

Until I can't hear anything else.





⌠ 2 ⌡

When my eyes close,

all I can see is the creases.

Her lips a tight line.

Fixed in place,

her knuckles white,

fingers digging into sleeve.

Eri, I want to say.

Eri. I'm here.

Her voice, always so bright.

"I'm tired."

Her soft footsteps.

Yura's eyes.

That look.

Cold.

Unfamiliar.

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