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在りし日の幻影を
ハンガーにぶら下げて

多情な少年は
出がけに人影を見る
去り行くものに外套を着せて
見送る先は風ばかり

かじかむ指先でドアを開けて
未練を置きざりにして街に出る

繁華街で馴染みの顔と
音のしない笑い声
喧噪が静寂

楽しいと喜びが反比例しだして
意識の四隅に沈殿する
小さな後悔ばかりを

うんざりする程看取り続けて
一人の部屋に帰る頃
どうでもいい落日が
こんな情緒をかき混ぜるから
見えざるものが見えてくる

幽霊　夕暮れ　留守電
がらんどうの部屋

I hang phantoms of my past.
Out to dry on the hangers.

The sentimental young boy,
Sees a figure as he is about to leave.
A coat draped over him from those parted with.
Only the wind is there to see him off.

His frostbitten fingers open the door,
He drops his regrets by his feet and leaves town.

Downtown sees him greeted by a friendly face,
Along with a silent laughing voice.
The bustle turns to stillness.

Every bit of fun you have is happiness you don’t.
And precipitating in the four corners of consciousness,
Are tiny droplets of remorse.

The tedious vigil by their deathbeds continues.
When I finally return to my room alone,
Awash in the indifference of the setting sun,
And these feelings of mine all blended up,
These invisible beings spring into view.

Spectres, an answering machine,
In a vacant, twilight room.