how is it that there was a time in my life where
the world did not seem to be trying to bury me
when sparkling lights and rounds of drinks
was all i needed to hit the pavement running
running into the city
where she patted my back gently
and whispered a secret for me to keep
how is that all i have left to remind me of her?
how could i have left at all?
she let me leave my footprints all over her
she let me intertwine my life with others
others who loved her more than i ever could
those who settled in to stay
i want to smell the sea in my hair again
to hear the train crossing signal
to feel the humidity stick to my skin
i want the haru no ichiban to blow me away
so i can sleep within her atmosphere
and envelope her in a final summer storm
of my bitter sorrow for not even saying goodbye