The Shadow of Your Touch
I stand in the afternoon light, where bamboo shadows dance across my
Pure Linen
The Scent of You in a Paper Strip
I stand before the shop window in Omotesando, holding a small strip
The Scent of Old Pages and You
The city hums outside, but here, the air is still. It smells
Vanilla Petals on Your Breath
The city was too loud today, but under the cherry blossoms, everything
The Salt in Your Breath
The city was too loud for my heart to hear itself. So
The Quiet Between Heartbeats
I wear these ears not to be someone else, but because they
The Salt on Your Skin
I left the city when my heart felt too heavy to carry.
The Sweetness Between Aisles
I stood in the beverage aisle for ten minutes, just holding two
The Salt in Your Smile
I stepped out of the ocean with the city still humming in
Silver Echoes in a Concrete Heart
The city is loud, but I have learned to be silent.
I
The Scent of a Slow Afternoon
I left my phone in the city. I left the noise, the
The Quiet Hum of Us
The city outside my window is a blur of cold neon and
