I Carry A Handful of Ghosts in my Jacket Pockets
For only a moment I cried today.
Suddenly and overwhelmingly,
but briefly.
No peculiarities had set today apart from any other.
One I’d otherwise completely forget.
Yet today I found myself back on that street.
I looked up like I’ve done every time,
Only this time the light was off.
The street was gray with rain,
the leaves shook with wind,
the sky hid with clouds,
and I stood still with nobody.
The light was off and there was nobody left to turn it back on.
So I stood in the lowlight of that rainy dusk,
until Itsuki made his way back to my jacket pocket.
Joining the other ghosts I carry along.
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