Yusuke
In the dead of winter, when we were still in grade school,
You pulled another one of your nasty little pranks (those of which you have yet to grow out of).
Enraged, I chased after you, forcing you to run so quickly that you slipped into the river.
Fever set in not long after, so I stopped by that night to see how you were doing.
I blatantly announced that I hated you (or so I liked to think)
As your mother laughed quietly to herself.
You became more reserved from me toward the start of junior high,
Spending more time with your gang and gradually developing a reputation for yourself.
Still, you would avert from your wayward tendencies once in a blue moon,
Rolling your eyes helplessly as I screamed at you to get back to class.
By the middle of eighth grade, you grew more interested in me,
Turning my life into a living nightmare whenever and wherever possible.
But you always knew when to cut it out
After seeing how devastated I was when you were almost lost one day.
Toward the end of the year, you were instructed to leave—unaided.
He said you must penetrate the depths of another world in order to save your own
And sent you off without so much as a backward glance.
I have not seen you since.
Before your embarkation, you murmured that you wished I could come
And gently kissed my forehead.
I try not to think about it as the rain infiltrates a gray sky highlighted with amber.
It is too late for seeking out my umbrella.
I reach my apartment and gaze out its windows, observing the pedestrians below,
Those who are completely oblivious.
The young calico in the alleyway already bore her third litter;
She also pains me to think of it.
If you are able to return for a little while,
Please come to visit me,
And I will go back to that world with you
Even if my strength would prove to be of little help.
In the dead of winter, when we were still in grade school,
You pulled another one of your nasty little pranks (those of which you have yet to grow out of).
Enraged, I chased after you, forcing you to run so quickly that you slipped into the river.
Fever set in not long after, so I stopped by that night to see how you were doing.
I blatantly announced that I hated you (or so I liked to think)
As your mother laughed quietly to herself.
You became more reserved from me toward the start of junior high,
Spending more time with your gang and gradually developing a reputation for yourself.
Still, you would avert from your wayward tendencies once in a blue moon,
Rolling your eyes helplessly as I screamed at you to get back to class.
By the middle of eighth grade, you grew more interested in me,
Turning my life into a living nightmare whenever and wherever possible.
But you always knew when to cut it out
After seeing how devastated I was when you were almost lost one day.
Toward the end of the year, you were instructed to leave—unaided.
He said you must penetrate the depths of another world in order to save your own
And sent you off without so much as a backward glance.
I have not seen you since.
Before your embarkation, you murmured that you wished I could come
And gently kissed my forehead.
I try not to think about it as the rain infiltrates a gray sky highlighted with amber.
It is too late for seeking out my umbrella.
I reach my apartment and gaze out its windows, observing the pedestrians below,
Those who are completely oblivious.
The young calico in the alleyway already bore her third litter;
She also pains me to think of it.
If you are able to return for a little while,
Please come to visit me,
And I will go back to that world with you
Even if my strength would prove to be of little help.