Sheedae Apartments, Suncheon, South Korea
Eventually we stopped and silence came.
I, you, we had nothing more to say, knew
the when, where and she of it better
than any childhood tune.
Outside, dawn played pink notes above the city.
I lay my head on your lap, said
'I don't know what I'm doing,' over and over
until you kissed me, 'Just to shut you up.'
You stayed for two more terrible days.
I slept with my phone under my pillow,
Yoon-mi texting, you in my arms,
both of you furious.
At the airport you asked me, 'Do you love her?'
I answered, 'Not yet.'