Status: on-going cellphone novel

Run 「走る」

The Neighborhood

I do not run,
but I follow
The Runner Boy.

Or at least,
I try to.

I tag behind,
walking slowly,
the distance between us
increasing with his every stride.

His pace seems to
quicken with my every
step.

The grey sky is very unwelcoming,
and it stares me down.

The glare of the sky
bores down on my back,
the rain falling harder and harder.

Even umbrellas can't save us now.

I decide that today
was enough following
because at least now I know
The Runner Boy
is my neighbor.

I saw him enter
an old wooden house
that looks like it would
rot in this weather.

I wonder if that is his house.

Maybe he is running away.

After all,
why would someone
run to such a house?

I thought I could make
at least one friend today,
but I guess I'm too
naïve.