Repeatedly hitting enter and delete

A not too formal language

Became a thought-out email

I must reply to that letter

But I cannot push and click on send

No, it’s not Picoline​

 

In my hard-disced mind

The passwords have been completely set

To the inside of my locked heart

Where I store my memories

 

The usual stock is incinerated

But it won’t stop someone’s eyes from looking

It’s my unhurtable poker face

My unknown free practice

 

Even if around the world someone smiles

You composed your courage in

That letter that will always

Be my sunshine to me

 

“To my dear, beloved Kiri,

Because I have your smile

Can I stay myself without it?

So, please……

Don’t leave me alone, ‘kay.

Let’s stand up to this painful harshness

together this time, ‘kay.

Or, my normal days without you will be……”

But this un-sendable email is

Not Picoline

 

I don’t know your hurt figure

So, I’ll type with a deceiving smile

And feel the shock that comes with it

I can’t say it well, can I?

 

I’ll know that if I can stare at it

Then I can say that I saw this letter

More than the “thumping of little toes”

It’s the pain of a full-on Death time……

 

Was it definitely the first time?

That I said that I was sent a letter

Even so I’ll tell you,

That I know the feelings that you wrote with

 

“To my dear, always does her best Kiri

If your hands ever became cold, then

The first place where we connected will be mine

You see I’m always serious……

So, I cried a little bit

No, that’s wrong……I almost died

Will the sun light up my moon?

Do you promise? No good crying……

Let’s laugh and then tightly embrace each other ……”

​

“To my dear, beloved Kiri

Someday when we’re together

When we go up the stairs of adulthood

Even so I’ll always

Grab back your hand if you grab mine

Never forget that we’re always together

Let’s talk together and smile about this

And go on living towards the future”

Although I won’t send this I’ll think to myself

……I love you.

 

LaIaIa IaIa…