Sunlight settled down to your neck.
The leather strap is quiet, as if forgetting its weight.
I press my nose to it, touching a scent that stubbornly remains.
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Alight
You were touching the smell of the leather strap. I was looking at the old dog bowl on the windowsill. A dried grain of rice was stuck inside.
Footfall
The torn mark on our doormat comes to mind where the string lies. That mark I saw every morning while putting on my shoes feels especially clear today.
Ebb
Sitting on the sunlit wooden floor, I ran my fingers over the handle of an old leather bag, and when I looked up, the laundry on the balcony was drying.
Alongside
The moment the cat stretched its neck, the empty spot the leash left on the floor stays visible for a long time.
You were touching the smell of the leather strap. I was looking at the old dog bowl on the windowsill. A dried grain of rice was stuck inside.
The torn mark on our doormat comes to mind where the string lies. That mark I saw every morning while putting on my shoes feels especially clear today.
Sitting on the sunlit wooden floor, I ran my fingers over the handle of an old leather bag, and when I looked up, the laundry on the balcony was drying.
The moment the cat stretched its neck, the empty spot the leash left on the floor stays visible for a long time.