A quiet cloud hovers on the shoreline.
Tokyo is a strange place to find yourself alone.
Peaceful remnants of a mother's knots
fall effortlessly to the floor,
without a thousand soles tasting the texture,
and the safety of a prayer.
It is a time for timid reflection, she says out loud to no one. Her toes squirm. The smooth sand tickles, and the water is warm.
I sleep in her arms, and she sings a song with your name on its breath.
Are we to make the same mistakes we grew to hate each other for?