The day before:
I'm going to Alola
It's kind of
spontaneous.
But I just can't concentrate.
Because without Ash, without him and his mocha eyes, what is the point to all this toil? I'm working hard but for what? He won't be waiting for me when I come out of the contest dressing rooms, he won't be there no matter how much I believe he will. I have to
go.
I'll be on a plane
tomorrow 4 am.
My mother's not going to be there
to cheer me on
but I'll be heading
towards the only
cheer I need.
Today:
I sit in the vinyl seats
for all the
many hours
but the blue sky is the only thing I notice.
I will pour my feelings
out like milk into coffee
if it makes the time
pass sooner.
We land and I am
on land,
looking at the land.
Wondering where I am
if I'm not with him.
Where am I?