“If you follow that boy to heaven,

You will go straight to hell,” 

Ichiro’s father told him at age eleven.

He didn’t listen, you can foretell.

Like a moth to a flame, Elio, his sun, beckoned him.

Ichiro escaped that labyrinth of a room where his family had trapped him.

Nothing would be the same after he took flight for him.

Flying

Over the sea

Elio’s melancholy, blue neighbourhood.

Falling

As his family

Hunts him down, still misunderstood.

Too close, yet too far.

“What did I tell you?!” His father had sworn.

Before Ichiro could reach his beloved sun,

his wings, instead of melting down, were torn.

His parents did not care for their fallen son.