Is this all there is? [Amano Writing Club]

A sound echoing on the ground
A slight breeze blows
As if stars are falling
The final star mine

Unlike the elegance and vastness of the sky
The ground is crowded
In the crush of people, people, people
I grab the hem of a light blue shirt
Just a little, so I don't get lost
My senior's light blue shirt

Pushed from behind
I bump into my senior's back

"Are you okay?"

"Yes... s-sorry"

My senior takes the hand I was using to hold the shirt
And holds it just like that

"Don't get lost"

"But, senior, we're already lost"

I try to brush it off with a joke
My hand, it's sweaty

"The fireworks were beautiful"

"Yes, I'm glad we could come"

"Shall we go look for the others?"

"...Yes"

Is this all there is?

Is being alone with my senior only for this moment?

While staring at our joined hands

Should I
tell them?

I tried squeezing their hand tightly

It's hot
It's feverish

Only my senior's back and our joined hands

My senior's hand is sweaty too
I squeeze it again

In the middle of the crowd

Still lost

I have joined here
Nice to meet you

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