But all the same,
It’s not as though I was running away.
My apologies rather,
What I said was a lie, just now.

It is wholly you. It is wholly you.
And that’s the whole long and short.

I might, kinda,
I might, kinda,
I might, I might,
Just be stupid.

Man…
Last year in the summer from the first floor to the third I
Threw my voice high so that it would reach to you,
Reach up to you, reach up to you,
But it didn’t reach at all.

I might, just be,
I might, be better off,
If I was, If I was,
dumber.

That time after school you and me were assigned
to cleaning duty together, we chatted a bit.
Trying to be nice, my thought, when, “You can leave early,”
Of all things, came, bursting out of my mouth because I am
Again just such AN IDIOT.

1 2 3 I, counted numbers.
1 2 3 I—
4 5 6 I’m counting and, everything,
That keeps coming and coming to mind is only you.
Sum to sum thought to thought my mind is only you.
And what the hell is this—
WHY THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN!

Yes, I follow racing under city streetlamps,
To chase after what’s been your departure.
And the last you gave, those words and that
last other thing you gave to me, that SMILE they,
Speed my pace on.

“I’m so glad I got to do cleaning duty with you,” I truly feel.
And even simply seeing the beautiful way you handle a dustpan,
Is my genuine joy.
HOWEVER NOW!
You are guilty! For sweeping up my heart to its last speck.
Utterly and total, sweeping in my depths to the last speck.
And I, to your heart’s depths, wish also, to utterly sweep up all of you.