11/25/17
she was lovely I-miss-you post-it notes and letters,
a hundred missed messages, phone calls and emails.
all over the walls, she left them
placed them
stitched them into a red scarf
she will never wear.
12/9/17
The notes are gone and the house
a catacomb she wanders in the night.
found her once
felt the shudder
of her chest split the floor
and the apologies falling out
like a broken tape
she repeats the process of falling
endless. we’re here. falling.
Joh-Jung Writes 