The Last Dance
The Last Dance with Jason.....
Jason left me three tea cups on my table and the rest of the chrysanthemum .....
After locking the door for him,I opened the door again.Standing out by this magic door ,I stared at the sight of his slender back with his big traveling bagpack ,and with a special bag for all his "tea babies" hung from his elbow .For the first time,I noticed the grooving of this street extended from elsewhere. Because of his mergencing body.........
I miss our tea time and the morning walking.I realize I am here cause I start to miss somebody from elsewhere.
