”Home”

Time is changing the town where for three years I had been living,

I see unfamiliar rails and buildings which are covered with external cladding.

I do not feel much of an attraction to these, though I do not know the definite cause.

"You" cannot talk to me now despite having had a pleasant time together.

Your back bends, your hair falls out and your limbs solidify as the hands of a clock stop because of not being maintained by the oner.

I close my eyes because you have changed and our memories have been lost, nevertheless I do not want to excuse.

However, I discover your unchanged radiance which was hidden behind your flesh deeply.

I am attracted to your eyes which sparkle vehemently.

I ruminate "Home" where we ourselves amuse.