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⌠ 1 ⌡

"I'm back."

The emptiness of home greets me,

like a thick veil.

Whenever I'm alone, I turn on

all the lights and the TV in the living room.

Maybe I am afraid of ghosts.


Dinner, plastic wrap, a handwritten note,

on the kitchen counter.

Keichi, we'll be late again.

Don't wait for us and eat.

-Mom.


Late as always,

not that I cared.

They were working because of me.

I just wish,


I wasn't alone.




⌠ 2 ⌡

It starts raining,

blanketing the sky,

pounding at the windows.

The first rain since I told rain girl the truth.


Fitting, I say to no one at all.

My voice seems to float in the emptiness,

with nowhere to go.


Why now?

I'd gotten too used to someone's presence.

Staying late at the library helped me forget

that I was alone.

With rain girl.

It was never lonely.

I never reached home before sunset.


Now the darkness creeps into the house.

I'm reminded once again

that no one needs me.


.

.

.


Takanashi.



⌠ 3 ⌡ 


She needed me.


Seeya tomorrow Sakai.


The air would be humid tomorrow,

moisture clinging to the atmosphere.

Maybe I should bring an umbrella.

Maybe I should visit the library.

Maybe I should help Takanashi help me.

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