when you closed the bedroom door
and I could see
your pieces of
shadow
walk back and forth
I felt like I was standing
on a paper bridge.
***
When the day comes
and you leave
us here
on the paper bridge
I’m going to lose it
I’m going to wash up
on the shore
and lie when they ask me
where I’m from
and how I ended up there.
***
your eyes alone
could hurt me
the way a flame
burns a wick.
slowly
so even when the candles dead
the scent remains
Joh-Jung Writes 