You were crying with an apple candy in one hand... walking into the twilight
"Where's Mommy?" your eyes the shape of the moon burn inside my head and I hold you.
It's August, when the insects start to cry at the sensu shop on the Gion Hill.
The happy month of May that this child is looking foward to will not come.
Paper balloons fly high in the sky.
There, the tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts together
until it's gone.