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⌠ 1 ⌡

It still hasn't rained.

I notice them everywhere now.


Her short hair bounces

as she walks by in the hallways.

Warm laughter.

A sound,

I thought we had together.


She sits across from me in the

library.

Long hair, dangling,

fingers curling.


He appears

on my walks home.

Always,

smoking outside the arcade.


I stumbled

into the garden yesterday.

Rain girl was there too.

Laying in the flower petals.


I know it's not really them.

They've disappeared

along with the rain.





⌠ 2 ⌡

The tree again.

Some leaves

fall brown.

The lilies died.

Trampled,

or of thirst.

I can't tell.

I lean back against the rough bark.

Lunchbox on my lap.

Stare at the sky.

Clouds drift like bubbles.

I don't cover my eyes.

Sunspots.

For some reason,

being out in the open 

doesn't bother me anymore.



"...Sakai?"




⌠ 3 ⌡

A girl.

Long hair,

a bit curly.

I raise my eyes,

half-expecting

her.

Of course it's not.

A tired expression.

But a bitter smirk.

Two halves make a whole.

"Thought it was you."

A soft thud.

Sitting next to me again without asking.

She leans back too.

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