Kaori

When she was younger,

she would spend hours in the bathtub.

Not soaking,

but standing.

Her naked body

glistened in the mirror.

Surrounded by steam,

the sunlight gave her wings.

In that moment,

she could almost believe,

she was an angel.

The roof was low

but the sky was everywhere.

The moon grinned

at her back,

as she waved to the stars.

“Maybe I am an angel,”

she murmured,

and jumped off,

landing soundlessly

on the ground.

The world was bleak

without her.

Until you came along.

“Live a little,”

you told me.

But why a little?

Why not…

a lot?

I began to see color again.

The sky was

a deep purple.

And the roses sang

to me

in my spare time.

If I hadn’t been so

happy,

I would have noticed

how sad you were.

Maybe you weren’t

meant for this

world

after all.

But then,

why do you

shine so brightly?