I can’t go rear
no matter how much I miss it.
That time was definitely fun, except
that was then and this is now.
I keep in mind how I’ve always
pulled the curtains in an awkward way.
Where are you?
Where have you gone?
You’ve gone on a long excursion or something
with the most important person.
If it started with
something I said,
we can see our end. It couldn’t
have been the beginning.
Like a child crying for something,
with all my strength, goodbye.
And I walk on.
I’ll walk alone and see for myself,
with light shining on the pathway
People are sad.
Are they really?
I said they’re happy, but
you can think that if you want to.
So I walk on.
You’ll go too, won’t you?
With light spotless
on our two separate paths.