And he comes to terms with the fact that he so unfortunately cannot differentiate

the two events that linger in his mind.

For now he is the reason for twice the excruciate.

And after pondering again, of what could have been different-! "I'm an idiot," he whines.

But there is no use in wallowing

in the innate self-pity.

For now to himself, he begins unhallowing.

And now he struggles with the knowledge, of absolute incompatibility.

And the domestic dreams

of the hanami

that fate has decided to blaspheme.

He taunts himself again on the entrance tatami.

But just as always, he is looked up to dearly

With grateful eyes, as they embrace the meeting tenderheartedly.