Missed Time

My notebook has remained blank for months

thanks to the light you shower

around me. I have no use

for my pen, which lies

languorously without grief.

Nothing is better than to live

a storyless life that needs

no writing for meaning —

when i am gone, let others say

they lost a happy man,

though no one can tell how happy i was.

~ poem by Ha Jin

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