Status: on-going cellphone novel
Run 「走る」
The 'Welcome Home'
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain
slows to a drizzle
and each drop
falls in unison with
her typing.
She does not look up.
I wish I could at least
get a 'Welcome Home',
but she doesn't even notice
me opening the door.
I swear we could get robbed.
I wonder if
The Runner Boy
gets a 'Welcome Home'?
I wonder if
the childhood myth
of Santa Claus
brings children
'Welcome Home's?
Am I
on the naughty list?
It is only
April.
The rain
slows to a drizzle
and each drop
falls in unison with
her typing.
She does not look up.
I wish I could at least
get a 'Welcome Home',
but she doesn't even notice
me opening the door.
I swear we could get robbed.
I wonder if
The Runner Boy
gets a 'Welcome Home'?
I wonder if
the childhood myth
of Santa Claus
brings children
'Welcome Home's?
Am I
on the naughty list?
It is only
April.