• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 06

Shoelace and pillowcase

We stood near the water counting
The seaweed stuck on our clothes

You left your shoelaces on my bed
And sand grains in my pillowcase

Still, I feel them when I sleep;
I blink and burn as I dream

Of saying goodbye to you again.
My fingers try to scratch my eyes

But my hands are tied by your
Soul – night-time collects dust like

Your jumper and tie. The Sun
has risen and the daffodils have died.

How many times do I need to see
the leaves fall until I see you again?