you lived in my best dreams
the ones where we’d hang the soaking clothes,
take out the trash
where the smell of soondubu filled the room
while the silverware was set
red glassy chopsticks, glaring against the flowery tablecloth
nothing became something
the dimly lit hallway with shadows plastered across the wall
housed my hopes
the empty classrooms were enough
i didn’t need words
you were enough.
silence felt fulfilling
your head on my shoulder
for a second, our chests
rose and fell at the same time
like two watches ticking
i could have sworn
but time caught up
my arm passes the mark of a new day
yours lags behind
my house falls, light fills the hallway
an ethereal light,
of a dying star
a beautiful birth, lies in our painful death
