corridor

++ corridor ++

When you hear the parting salutation

It seemed to end about this world.

Every day of spending with you

It recalled and tears spilt.

The always gentle smile

I was happy ‥.

At the center of the intersection

It searched for the place to go.

From the tip of a finger

You's face was seen.

That bridge where it often walked two people

It passes still sometimes.

Though those days are recalled

It doesn't always look down.

The road where I walk is a corridor.

Nothing is decided for myself.

At the center of the intersection

It searched for the place to go.

My place to go this time

You may teach ‥ Foolishness.