after Manhae
See the lines on my face,
furrows for
sorrow’s tears.
I can no longer climb
the few stairs
to our room
or remember more
than a few words
of our song.
My hands tremble
even when I’m
not reaching for you.
after Manhae
See the lines on my face,
furrows for
sorrow’s tears.
I can no longer climb
the few stairs
to our room
or remember more
than a few words
of our song.
My hands tremble
even when I’m
not reaching for you.