E. Lee White "Departure"


            We were somewhere past Hon Dori Station in the patchwork of covered streets, karaoke bars, and izakaya red lanterns. I’d been here before in these narrow cobble roads, but not drunk like this, not hoping you would decide to stay longer because I will never see you after this evening. We are drunk:

                     You knowing me for
                     Who I am, I from knowing
                     Who you really are

Not for love, but to know what we are, to know I am here in this world. 

                     My hand slipped from yours
                     The wool blanket distance fell
                     Down a narrow street

Hannah Schneider