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⌠ 1 ⌡

"I'm back."

The emptiness of home greets me

like thick smoke.


When I'm alone,

I turn on all the lights.

The living room TV.

My father's record player.

Maybe the noise helps.


Dinner, plastic wrap,

a handwritten note

on our small dining table.


Keichi,

We'll be late at work again.

Don't wait for us and eat.

- Mom.


Late as always.

Not that I can complain.

They're working 

because of me.




⌠ 2 ⌡

When I transferred to Hoshizora High,

the classroom buzzed

for a while.


But time moves on.

The rainy season ends,

chalk marks fade,

curiosity slips away.


The lull of routine.

I become

background noise again.


I try to join them,

but small talk slips through my fingers.

I try to match their rhythm,

but my steps are clumsy.


You realize that people move on.

No one waits for you.

And


slowly

        slowly

                slowly


being alone becomes normal.




⌠ 3 ⌡

They must have realized what I already knew.

Those hushed voices

echoing across the lockers.

Always following me.


"You'll always be alone."


I roll over on the couch.

The ceiling blurs.

"Why... am I thinking about that again?"

Tightness in my chest.


Forget it.

Forget it.

It's been 3 years since then.

It doesn't mean anything.

Why am I still letting it get to me?


You'll always be alone.




⌠ 4 ⌡

But.

They're wrong.

Akiyama...

Will she be there tomorrow?


I catch myself smiling.



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