Usen Fukayama

[tendonworlds-blog]

[Lonery Poetry]

When people become lonely

Apparently, they think of everything

Realize everything

Wish for everything

Atone for everything...

Still in the depths of my heart

A flickering lamp

The thread I carved and vowed to in the light

is still hard and won't come undone

I know it's a little late, but I'm glad it was you

Really...

It's not because of my illness

I'm sure my still, weak heart

When you became you

I became a very small person

A shard of broken glass

is still stuck in my left chest

I know it's a little late, but I'm glad it was you

Really...

Someday I'll surpass you, who became a ghost

Tomorrow, someday, someday

It'll definitely be sunny

[tendonworlds-blog]

I,m Glad It Was You.

When we’re lonely,

we notice too much,

wish too deeply,

regret too long.

Yet still—

a flicker remains in my chest,

the thread we tied in light

refuses to break.

It’s late, I know—

but I’m glad it was you.

Not illness,

just my soft heart.

When you’re truly you,

I’ll just be me.

Shards still linger,

but I’ll surpass the ghost of you.

Someday,

tomorrow—

the sky will clear.

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