come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
홀로 서있는 너를 보았다.
떠나는 나를 보고 슬퍼하는 너를 향해
앞으로 달려갔다.
우리가 마주한지 많은 해가 지내갔다.
마지막으로 너를 마주했던 나는 어렸다.
아무것도 모른채, 오직 너만을 바랬다.
그 후로 목숨을 걸 수 밖에 없는 순간들이 많았다.
뒤돌아설 수도, 도망칠 수도 없는 순간들을
정신 없이 싸우고 살아남고 나니 깨달았다.
나는, 너를, 정말로, 진심으로 좋아했고,
이 세상에, 그만큼, 중요한것은, 사실은, 없다는걸.
죽음이 내 앞에 앉아 기다리고 있다 한들,
나는 떳떳하게 말할 수 있다는걸 깨달았다.
그 모든 순간들의 역경을 버티고
나에게 주어진 짤막한 순간에
나는 너에게 마지막의 웃음을 지으며 이렇게 말한다.
"야, 내가 너를 많이 좋아하는거, 알지?"
내 눈이 너의 눈을 바라 보았고
나는 너의 입술에 입을 맞췄다.
그 순간, 나는 꿈에서 깨어났다.
4.22.2026
In the early evening in New York City,
I walked into a tin can subway train
from Washington Heights station infested with mice,
pulled out my MacBook, and start typing away my research paper.
My concentration was broken only
when three convivial middle aged Black joggers entered the same car.
In between giggles of two women, the Black man said —
“Whew, did not know this neighborhood that safe!”
And each set in a respective seats that formed a triangle around me.
Proud, dignified, exhuming adrenergic from a recent run,
they laughed and chatted like a clear-day sunlight.
Among them in my feigned naïveté and gravitas, I basked in their magnificence.
As the train rumbled through into the Downtown New York,
People started coming in — armored in Patagonia vests, Theory coats, and On sneakers.
As the chirping of young, flush, White professionals, lauding their inebriated blindness grew louder
the three gradually became mum, withering into three tree branches.
Soon, the quietly exited the car.
I left the roaring subway car after a couple stops.
Their story had smeared on my heart
And I knew I would remember them for a long time,
keeping their secret to myself.
4.21.2026
오랜만에 언덕을 올라 갔을 때
바람이 불었다.
익숙하면서도 새로운 바람이
내 손끝에서 팔과 어깨를 스쳐 갔을 때
수년 전의 사람이 떠올려졌다.
놓을 저녁과 부드럽게 어울리던 그 미소가
서서히 내 가슴 속에 물들어 갈 때
차갑게 응어리진 무언가가 녹아들 때
고개들어 태양을 마주 보며 말하였다.
고맙다고.
지켜봐 달라고.
4.18.2026
Warm and bright, white light filled the universe
As much as my eyes could embrace the world,
each molecule bursted into golden kaleidoscope of the sun
you were eternally smiling, filled with innocent joy and love
with your eyes, imploring to join you in your song.
Levitating, swooning and swirling in smooth and sweet melody,
we walked the path ever so bright and fearless.
3.9.2026
Thought I was being smart
preparing for the unknown,
becoming better than yesterday,
well, becoming better *at being better than others* than yesterday.
Instead, holding onto its sharp edge
I wondered why this matters in the first place.
As I sat in the dark,
I thought of the meal I had shared on a Thursday evening.
It was just any other day.
It lasted only an hour or two,
but I vividly remember I was there.
And the words I have heard,
the stories that were told,
and the ideas that were exchanged
are not something I want to dismiss
as just a moment of reverie.
It mattered.
It has shown me something that mattered.
I choose to believe the reason lies in there,
to keep on holding on.
And to believe it will work out in the end.
2.28.2026
Walking past by a parking lot,
I found a fragment of sunlight
beaming silently from the side mirror of a car.
I wanted to give it to you
so that your day will shine so warmly,
ever so brightly, like the dream of yours.
2.27.2026
Let me go forward
and do what I need to do.
Let me be the person I can be
let me drive this to the goal line.
Let me make this vision come true.
2.26.2026
Let the line come in.
Let it pierce through the curtain of darkness.
Let it burst in to eternal warmth and peace.
Let it shine on those unseen in the shadows,
warmth to the heart of those in pain,
and protection for those in need.
2.25.2026
Hope, continues, blindedly
in the bright warm sunlight
shining upon the unknown.
If, as the faith goes, clinging on
will shows the way in the end,
would it all be all the more wonderful?
So I think.
Thus I take another step
with a lightened in my heart.
2.24.2026
I wish for the warmth in the morning of winter.
The coolness of a breeze in the late summer afternoon,
and the song in our heart dancing in circles.
Playful talks, roaring laughs, and feeling smiles,
full of hope, we’d march forward.
We’d be ready for what’s to come.
2.23.2026
Ralph with Coffee 
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