2006 -
I peeled away '5' from the living room wall.
I think, as I put on the '6,'
there must have been a trigger I pulled
[on accident, of course; there is no purpose].
it sent Hana on a plane to somewhere in Korea,
and all I have left is the once-a-month email.
couldn't you have hidden under the tiles
of someone else's flaking wall?
I didn't see you; you waited for my back to turn
before slinking out from under the tiles and paint.
you stole my wonder and sneaked my heart
from between my ribs.
the blood on the countertops isn't even ichor;
but gods don't bleed, so I guess their hearts don't break.
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Comments
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This is so sad. I don't know if you mean Hana as a real person, but sorry they left. I also know how it feels to not see someone you love as much as you'd like. The end was tragic, but kind of in a beautiful way and it's a good question, even though it's metaphorical. Do Gods bleed? I doubt it, as they don't feel like we do. Stunning.
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