What She Said to Her Girl Friend

Kuruntokai 218

No, we will not make vows to the ever-winning goddess
on the cracked, caverned ranges.
We will not tie sacred thread on our wrists.
We will not ask birds for omens.
We will not go looking for good signs.
No, we will not think a thought of him,

if he thinks he's strong enough
to stay wherever he has gone,
forgetting me

who cannot bear one blink of time
without him
who is the breath of my breath.
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