The smile I have on my face
is not a smile
A drop of water running down my cheek
I don't know whether if it's a tear or a flake of snow.
Just walking step by step,
wandering around in my past
on the street that we used to walk as a pair.
Now that I'm walking on it by myself,
I realize the emptiness
where you used to be.
The pain I'm having right now
is not from the scars you gave me
but from me sewing those scars in my heart
where you used to be.
I'm putting the memories of you in the falling snow
so that they can melt away when the spring comes.
Till then I will smile
but now...
I am walking on this street
where we used to be
-Joseph Rhee
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