So what did you think about, Sawa?
When you toddled in circles under a blue haze. When she left you swimming in your tears. When he held the knife against her. When you tried to warm up his cold, stiff fingers. When you raised the gun. When you saw his wounds of a blood valley. When his guts gushed out. When you watched your face getting stitched up.
When you smiled of a rainbow. When you were knee-deep in a rice field. When you walked me past on the other side of the world. When you spoke to me firstly. When you brushed over my fringe. When you unsent your message.
Sawa, what did you think about?
Don’t tell me.
Let’s
keep playing
the game of schrodinger’s cat.