Furusato
The house of the heart
Where memories collect dust on the shelf
Bottled and stored for safe keeping
Childhood painted across every wall
Coloured gold and silver
A tableau for every joy and triumph
Weighed against sorrow and disappointment
Each room has been built to the exact measurement of your ribcage
No bone or strand left out of place
Preserved as a monument to all the lives that you touched
A system pumping the lifeblood of laughter
As they remember every moment spent in your company
Beautiful, bittersweet
Hana wa sakuragi, hito wa bushi
You are home
Yamato Magazine 