You let go of my hand

under the komorebi.

Please explain how’d you make that decision.

Because I don’t know if I should do the same or hold on.

However I asked,

you’re gone.

Under the komorebi,

that’s how life i supposed.

Some parts dark, some bright.

I looked at my hand that stayed

after you left

a little redness there, from your last grip

of frozen touch, of goodbye.

It doesn’t matter,

my heart’s in worse manner.

I’m squeezed and tied.


Under the komorebi,

it’s almost forever but

the wind cried wicked heartache,

I wet my eyes, the sky imitated with rain.

I thought it’d be forever

but the future had failed my present.

And my past seemed so foolish.

As the sweetness died.


Under the komorebi,

I tried to hold your hand

forever, but

is now…









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