It Faintly Lingers

Faintly remains.

Scarcely remains.

Drops of  water form inside my life

as if  I cherish a drop of light

just as love is formed inside the word love

just as the word goodbye doesn’t permeate it

it faintly lingers.

A thin part of me remains.

Sometimes inside me a full feeling arises and

inside me is almost full of things other than me but

it’s far from me. It’s forever in the distance.

Before loving, even before we fall in love

before parting

like someone broken up with I’m faintly

thinly breathing.

Even if  I look in the mirror I’m not there.

Even if  I take a picture I’m not there.

Even if  I look back strongly with my neck

I’m not there.

Even after finishing the preparations to love

like someone broken up with before it even begins

faintly I remain. It’s faint but

a drop of a clear me

forms in the middle of my life.