A friend of a man has taken me to my doorstep, thinly covered with snow, at 3 am.
We hug goodbye as usual. The fluttering snow falls on my hair and melts.
We don’t say anything to each other. A long hug and silence follow. He works from 7 o’clock. So we have to leave early, but we can’t leave each other. “What are you thinking now?” I wonder.
As quietly as these snowflakes fall, unspeakable thoughts accumulate. “I will leave you tomorrow. Like this snow, the feelings of the two of us now will surely disappear tomorrow. Does snow know its fate?”.
As I close my eyes tightly, I hear a faint sound of your heart. I wish that time would freeze for us in this moment. I hear a gentle sound that erases all anxiety; your warm heart-song. In reverence of this sacred moment, we have discovered our shared heart-song.
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