We kissed open mouthed desperate saying farewell with our hearts
And we had our last can of cold coffee together
I was saying if you want to I will stay but you just smiled sadly
Then it was goodbye the real one the one
where the taxi you took becomes one like the hundred other cars in the city

on the flight home I was thinking
would our merged fluids i exhaled drop in a fine mist on the sea
and, being bitter, rejected by the oysters
so that years later i can trace the path from Incheon to Manila
Swimming, collecting a rope of pearls