A Love Like a Wisteria Trellis | (Short Story) #ThreeDialogueStory

A Love Like a Wisteria Trellis

Under the cherry blossoms
In that spot a little ways away from everyone else

With a practiced air, you whispered to me,
“This is just between us.”

We promised to go to the sea,
just the two of us, in the near future.

Around the time the cherry blossoms turned to leaves,
I bought new white sandals and sunscreen.

Ahead of the season,
my heart was already heading toward summer.

Like a spring breeze,
you effortlessly wove together warm words
and cold, distant attitudes.

I tried to time my own breathing
to the gaps between your read receipts.

My love fell before summer arrived.

Like wisteria flowers,
hanging down,
it ended before I could touch it.

I walked past the wisteria trellis.
It was my shadow that was swaying.

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I participated again this time.