I miss the days
we sat and sipped coffee
– in the summer rain. The days
when your t-shirt clung to your back on a damp spot,
the bitter taste of consequence,
the aftermath of bliss.
The wooden floor
where we ran through dancing
around the house, with the large open windows
where the sunlight poured in.
the coffee mug steaming on the granite table.
You take a sip – and leave
a damp rim which stains the surface
I see the curtain flowing endlessly from the afternoon breeze
I still see
the tip-toeing of my bare feet before it moved to awkward places.
The light, the laughter
but the pain stood and waited. There by the door,
it barged in.
And I ran through the hallway shrieking.
Past the mugs, past the floor
And my hips hit the ground
in agony – the truth fell over me.
How many truths before we tell a lie
How many lies before we see the truth.
You look the same.
All the laughter, all the light,
A stain remains.
Jacket – Zara
Location – Itaewon, Seoul