BROKEN PROMISE

Jisoo,

to console

reached for my hands,

frozen and numb from the cold,

I refused.

Let the cold embrace me,

it numbs me.

Let it clasp my hand,

it keeps my heart from shattering.

Let it freeze me,

it keeps the promised tears at bay.

Let the cold comfort me,

my source of warmth has flee.

"Promise to keep warm?"

Seungcheol once asked me.

I nodded and promised,

while he held my easily cold hand.

His face appeared on the screen,

Music starts to play,

while Jihoon softly sings,

your last lullaby,

before our goodbye.  

I closed my eyes and

for a second I'm back in Borobudur,

surrounded by five hundred four Buddha images,

both of us clad in colorful batiks.

I stared at you

as you failingly try to meditate,

eyes closed and a shadow of a smile.

I took your hand in mine.

"Never leave me, okay?"

I asked him.

He promised.

He broke his,

I guess I can break mine.