she looked at the sky in the shrill silence of the night,
a few shots of strong soju seems to not help at numbing feelings at all.

wherever she looked, whenever she closed her eyes,
his face would show up–
pure, gentle, sad.
his eyes were always talking to her–
in pauses, and oceans, and sparkles,
you’d see them all there if you looked more closely.

and she wished and prayed for him, a lot of things,
the way she wished and prayed for him, most ardently.

and oh how she missed him dearly,
and those eyes, filled with the universe;
more than he would ever know.