In love with vectors

A stranger smiled at me as if I were no longer I, but us.

I kissed us by the fountain.

Since that day, you’re in my night train memories.

I think of a nocturne lake, maybe an Onsen, where we were lying like a girl with a robot and you were looking at a laminated love shrine when I turned my eyes on you. While taking the train back to the city, we would admire the neon sky rain.

I still travel to Kobe and in my solitaire trip, I keep on my mind the Tokyo glitterati and your smile among all the other strangers.