H-hi... I'm Yuri.



I'm sorry for b-being so awkward...



I don't mean to be.



Would you like to read one of my poems?



Here it is... I hope you like it.



Ghost Under the Light



The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.

Bathing.

It must be this one.

The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time. 

The last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future.

I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.

The light flickers.

I flicker back.



Usually they're longer, but I just met you, so I wanted to write something simpler to start...



I hope we can talk more soon...