Kamikochi

If you go through the Abo Tunnel and head towards the mountains

Twilight spreads across the viewfinder.

Kamikochi

Coffee in one hand, a bag in the other

I can’t hear you when you say “Yoo-hoo.”

By the murmur of the river

Behind my eyelids

It’s a fleeting mountain photo.

Fading away

The town that used to be lively has now quieted its voice.

What are we afraid of?

What are we afraid of?

I will never forget.

The journey has an end.

And a new journey begins.