'She did not look for you today'

[mood| working]
[music| Watarasebashi - Matsuura Aya]


My (very late) response to Cor's challenge. Half-baked-- I missed a couple of metaphors. Anywhore, here it is:

Sliding Doors

Boy,
she did not look for you today.
The earnest girl in love
did not come here.
She was here yesterday
and lifetimes before that--
sitting, standing, sitting.
Eager eyes coming to life
at the hopeful sound of sliding doors,
only to die when she realizes their deception.
Her spirit in the rhythm of night and day,
but there is no dance,
only listless swaying.

Boy,
she did not look for you today.
The repetition of days,
standing and sitting,
definition and lies,
the sliding doors that promised
and sneered in the end?

No, not today.