. . memories of april snow . .

He is...



He is a husband of a woman my husband loved.
I met him in the hospital my husband and his wife were carried in together.
He showed his sad face looking at his wife who loved my husband, not him.
His feeling that he kicked my door in the motel at that drunken night,
His feeling that he checked text messages my husband and his wife exchanged,
I know them too well.
A man who accompanied me to the funeral,
A man who gave medicine to me who caught cold,
A man who taught me how to scream and to throw a snowball,
A man who made me smile for a while,
A man who cried like a child in my arms for the first time,
His name is Kim In-soo...

She is...



She is a wife of a man my wife loved.
In the dawn I rushed to Samcheok after hearing the accident,
She was crying in the hallway of the hospital.
In the critical patient room her husband and my wife lied side by side,
At the police station I went for my wife's belongings,
In the hallway of the motel in front of the hospital I started long-term stay,
At the pharmacy in a sleepless night,
She was there by the same reason of mine.
A woman who placed the same vase she would place in her husband's sickroom to my wife's,
A woman who raised her overcoat to block the wind for cigarette light,
A woman who told me that she was sick of that winter and wanted to see a season flowers and snow are falling from the sky.
A woman who cried silently in my chest,
Her name is Han Seo-young.

Together they created....



.. an unforgiving but beautiful liaison ..