E. Lee White "Departure"


            We were somewhere past Hon Dori Station in the patchwork of covered streets, karaoke bars, and izakaya red lanterns. Iā€™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