I wore a blonde wig

So you wouldn’t recognise me.

So I was a stranger to you.

Why, I don’t know.

With or without the wig,

I am just a stranger now…

Our friendship

As real as a dream

As distant

As a ship on the horizon.

As sturdy

As paper chain people,

And as lost

As our childhood innocence

When we found happiness

Rolling down grassy hills

Or collecting cicada shells

Forgetting that we will ever grow old.