| … | 1126/01/06(火)19:57:52No.1390073910+Starlight dapples the stone with every step, You rush ahead a tile and a half, Too stubborn... too stubborn to look back yet.
Patchworks of people line the market; You weave through crowds like the needle tracks And I'm the thread pulled idly past
Warm glows emanate from rows of stalls, Stringlit wares, shiny baubles. Steam rises over hot chocolate cups Cinnamon scents blend into the dusk─
"What's the hold-up? Don't get separated..." I realize you've turned my way and waited.
I nod and you avert your gaze Stubborn again, a tile and a half away, Not a step further, not a step less Keeping me close and distant yet.
Occasionally, you glance back at me And I pretend I didn't see I somehow feel, if our eyes meet... This precious moment will abruptly end And next I know, you'll be tiles ahead.
On this holy night, walking moonlit streets, I keep your pace carefully, And you lead our way slowly, gently. |