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⌠ 1 ⌡

We talked until

the sunset burned the sky.


Then she was gone,

as quickly

as she came.


A simple wave.

A simple goodbye.

Her footsteps echoing

through the library.


I sit in silence

looking at my book.

The words don't stay still.


Drifting

like blossoms

in a pond.


Outside,

streetlights start

to blink awake,

one by one.


Footsteps fading

past the gates.


Their voices

and laughter

all overlapping

into something

almost

soothing.



I realize.

I've only ever watched it.

The calm 

of people who belong.


They keep walking,

knowing it can hurt.

Even through that

lingering doubt.


I stayed here,

safe in the stillness.


But lately,

the silence feels

a bit smaller.




⌠ 2 ⌡

It's raining today,

and she comes with it.


She sits there again,

but this time

her book lies closed

in front of her.

Just watching the droplets

slide gently down the windows.


"Yura," I say.

"Hey."


I sit across from her.

"You took my seat again."

"First come, first served."

"Is this a race now?"

"We can make it one."


She sweeps her bangs

behind an ear.

Waiting.


"What?" I say.


She coughs,

gesturing with her hand.

"My coffee?"

"You really..."

"I thought it was a deal."

"How about my sandwich?"

"But it's raining today."

"Excuses."

"You like that about me, right?"

"Who said?"

"Me." 

Her voice quiets, barely.

Like she didn't mean it.


I take my novel out.

"Did you finish your book already?"

"Almost."

"Slowpoke."

"You're one to talk."

She smiles softly. Then, gone.



The rain roars forever.

But she's here,

and that's enough.




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