15. Drifting
Wanting to say
Leave after a foot fidgeting for a while
Without minding with my will
Everything was over.
In an immutable thing to be piled up all day long
In eyes losing a focus
Waving from the other side of memory
The words that I could not say to finish
It is broken in the flowing sky.
I am not lonely even if I stroll around a road at night alone
If fair starlight falls on my face
The people who I remember it after all
It is … in my heart being still hot in this way
