how brief this, my blind affection, such that
I could not have known the essence of what
was once a casual acquaintance, of that
which is now a vestige of thoughts behind
us; how the moments we spent together
and the times we never did were all, for
many reasons, encoated in my heart.
it was like sudden rain in old edo,
along the tokaido where we met, and
where the day dawns at the pacific:
this, my harboring into your friendship
while the whole world awaits our becoming.
and only if I had known it, I would
not have been lost in my own obsession.