By Dai Akaboshi
Man, I felt down.
Wouldn’t you hate
to say goodbye to
someone you never
yet met…like that girl,
sitting in front of me once?
Not long ago, seemed like a summery fun girl eyed me
As I already began filming us,
sitting together in the open café,
In the perfect weather.
Her eyes white diamonds as opposed
to her healthy dark complexion.
Unavoidable, her eyes.
Unavoidable, her cheek lines.
Unavoidable, her body language.
Like the way she rested her chin
on her palm just like everybody else,
We eye-chased each other.
What if she’s looking?
What if he’s looking?
Hoped to say hi or ask her name,
But my words got stuck in my throat.
The next and next stations, the door opened and closed
People went and came—secondary noise and visuals.
I really wanted her badly.
The time came and she stood up,
not looking at me but she had someplace
to go with her big luggage.
I lived in this city.
She was the visitor,
sitting across from me in the subway car.
Man, I yanked at my chicken-heart,
I didn’t wanna say goodbye.
She didn’t either, I could tell.
But her legs did, her back did,
her dancing hair did it.
I saw in my mind, me standing up
but instead I just played a song.
The film died inside me.
And the dream stopped
streaming as she disappeared
in the crowd. Never wanted to
But, for some strange reason,
empty ghost-like energy
sucking my soul, I felt.
Yet, for some strange reason,
I felt like I was gonna see her