How ‘funny’ that I come here now that you
Are gone—or is it ‘fun’? I can’t be sure,
But every time I think about the few
Short years we had I end up wanting more—
How ‘fitting’ that I come where you’d have found
Your half—or were you ‘one’? I couldn’t tell—
I’d never thought of you as ‘한’¹, but now
I wish I’d known to ask you how you felt—
I’ll never see green eyes begin to fade
And never force green ‘무궁화’² to be
An echo of the home you might’ve made,
A familiar place you never got to see—
      But as I walk this ‘home’ you never knew,
      You’re in my heart, and so you walk here too—