We were faith.
It was a project, many years preempted.
I sat on your lap in my kimono..
and you told me I was too young
and that you were going away.
I nodded my head.
I stared out the window for a few weeks.
There's that feeling again.
The windows are so big.
I covered them with white cloth,
but it seemed like a shroud on reality.
I bought curtains covered with green vines...
now, I sleep in a cold castle, alone.
It is like a death.
The loss of you is a dream unrealized.