after ‘Midday’ by So˘ Cho˘ngju.
When you leave me,

	  part of your heart 
will still beat 
in the empty space

	  between my sheets.
When you go,

	   the imprint of your body
will throb in the darkness
on the mattress

	  next to me.		
And when I stretch out,

	  my arm to feel you											
your absent fingers 
will trail up the veins

	  in my arm.
But for now,

	   you fall asleep
with your arms around me
warmed by the red neon

	   of the Safeway sign.