Shibuya
Every closeness that has flown back
from you into darkness, diminishing
Intimate or not intimate
The evergreens belonging to your window
To your former window
That girl
Little boy on the subway in Shibuya
who looked at you and pointed
at the caterpillar-sized trains crawling across his shoes
Brown dog who knew your voice
and when you stood nearby
Over and over,
here is what you love and will never see again
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