Reoma

A Voiceless Departure 

Who gave the scariest tenderness to me 

Now seeing me and breathing 

Barely, I started speaking 

I had something glad today!

I found what I want to do in the future!

Look at me, I’m so grown up! Aren’t I?

He nods, surely

"Is it painful?" I ask and he nods

"Can we meet again?" He shakes his head 

“Will you die?” 

He nods, silently

I touch his hand

A tiny pressure on my palm

Warm, and this is our last

I lean toward him as if I float

Voiceless friction from his throat

Silent note

But it shapes “I love you” 

Grandpa, 

What do you see on the white ceiling

Please, illustrate it with our

Full of journeys

The Bygone Night

Through the slightly opened curtains,

Moonlight reflecting white shines on your right cheek.

Past and future slip down there,

And become scars. 

We were scared of the morning.

You wiped your tears with a Kleenex and threw it away.

I chewed it, swallowed it, vomited it.

You closed the night-colored curtains and fell asleep.

I couldn't stab your chest

Nor believe myself.

I could not see your face.

I just held you

And gazed at the darkness over your shoulder.