Luigi Tanabe

I dreamed of you, Luigi Tanabe.

I dreamed of those perpetually squinting, smiling eyes of yours.

The truck you rode on and the autumn leaves dried.

The dust settled, your gentle smile came in sight.

What were you thinking, Mr. Tanabe?

Why did you leave the door open and the vase empty?

I thought I saw a treasure, but was it just another dream?

I heard you say something but my thoughts were busy.

Did you hate me for not paying attention?

Can you say those words to me again?

I hope you did not mind I asked too many questions.

I heard the mariachi and I was reminded of you.

Purple orange sky and fireflies spelled loneliness.

Union and solitude, did they exist at the same time?

Did you forget, Luigi Tanabe?

Was it a vague longing? But...

Why did you come?