konna koe : that kind of voice

Jan 16, 2006 13:34

Ocha, warm; soy treats, tongue-dissolving
Even the rain outside
Seems content with the talking, waiting.

Voices beyond blur; the phone remains, standstill
I find myself nervous
And empty

A melody fragmented; a hello that will disappear
They say it'll snow tomorrow
He says it's already snowing
"Here."
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