exit Tokyo

The train-ride out to Narita is a as a long walk
Through a fading garden that leads to a sturdy but ageing gate
Hidden among the mess of cable and concrete is your beauty
In the subtle movements of your culture
The thousands of years of history that is a part of everything you do
I think of the lights
The sparkling youths
I think of Kansai
The place that feels like home
I think of all of the days I won’t see you live
Thousands of miles away in this other country that is so young

Hold on for me
Just a little bit longer
I’ll come home
I promise
And you can show me everything