Thank you for the love, and the memories ❤️
Luscious red cherries, so sweet
Reaching into the ceramic bowl
Picking one up
My tongue unpacking it
Relishing the sweetness until a tiny seed remains
Strawberries dipped in melted chocolate
I feel the cool air brush past me
As I take out the plate from the refrigerator
As my fingertips meet my lips, I think of you
A bottle of sparkling rosé
I pour us a glass each
Filling it up a little too much,
Emptying the bottle a little too quickly
It tastes of our laughter and
The music we played that day
A silver pendant shaped like two hearts
Undoing the ribbon, opening the box
The chain slides across my neck
Reminding me of love and memories
And of the day I turned eighteen
The taste of fish in the dry hot pot
I eat it, careful not to put the red
Chillies in my mouth
Intoxicated on wine and love
Barely able to use the chopsticks
Feeling silk slip through my fingers
The scarf smells of your elegant perfume
I love draping it across my neck
The melody of your laugh
Reflecting in your eyes
The butterflies in my stomach before our first date
The colour red, the heat
Lying by the harbour, looking up at the stars
Our laughter merging into one
Spilling secrets
To become whole again
The sound of a puppy barking
Reaching down to touch the soft fur
As it rubs its wet nose on my palm
Showing affection so easily, so completely
The feeling of paper as I flip
Through my favourite book
The simple watercolor illustrations
Taking me back in time
To a phone call
When I said, “thank you!”
Walking into an air-conditioned movie theatre
The coca-cola tastes of decay
And the cheese sticks to my fingers
The community dreams as one
The sound of your voice as your read me poetry
The lips moving so gently
The eyes looking up into mine
Time standing still for us
The sound of a baby laughing
A newborn
She sits in my arms in complete trust
I fall in love as she falls asleep
The friendship that blooms over dinner
Over soju and tteokbokki
You tell me about a certain someone
We laugh at our silly hearts
Tying a ribbon in my hair
And blushing
As I look into my own eyes in the mirror
Trying to see what
You see when you look at me
Escapril – writing everyday in April. It is probably fictional, unedited, raw feelings. Perhaps you can feel them with me.