kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya, daiya no ace
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poetry, 31 lines

Remix of sotongsotong's kuramiyu fill

the first time is something like the last.
where it begins--
the first dream of you--
it ends so soon (too soon) after.

there're a lot of things that went wrong.
we lost each other,
too fast, too soon.
can't seem to reach each other again.

this dream
is different,
welcome after the aching vacancy of you in the present,
needed as a kick to keep going.

it's the first time i dream of you,
and it ends too quickly.
and even though i could stay forever,
i can't.

we can't.

but i miss you,
and you 'probably' miss me too.
and that's enough.
it's always enough.

so. let's promise,
real and tangible,
beyond dreams and fantasies.
instead, reality, truth.

let's not let it end,
let's not let us end.

i'll find you,
and you can wait for me
until i do
when i do.