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Heewon Hwang

Memories

The night after the call
I flew back to my old place
to see a town once full of joy
become once again full of grief.

Next to his bed
Stood a crowd of strangers,
only allowing me to see
his pale hand under a white cloth.

Next to his bed sat his old wooden friend
ticking back to our memories.

He looked so helpless and frail while in his bed that
I could still see he was suffering.
He would smile and tell me he was all right but
I could remember his pain in his weak eyes..

I held his hand as I silently said goodbye
and promised him that I would keep our memories,
but knew that in my heart soon he would die.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]