For your contemplation…
one who came
as i became older
the one who kept out of sight,
the one who hid in dreams—
she came again.
her face was flush, as before.
her fingers were long and thin,
and she lay in my arms as always—
calm and unmoving.
between us there is only silence.
suddenly she rises
like the sound of birds’ wings fluttering,
and a tousled awareness of myself
takes her place.
in the brightness of day
i am left with my mistakes.
anyone on the roadside—even you—
might be her.
~ kim sowol,
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