they get out of the car together to kiss you goodnight,
you who have perfected the ghost goodbye,
existing gatherings noiselessly, leaving only
a dahlia-scented perfume, your ribcage
compressing to slide through doors ajar and untouched,
yesterday you were a flash of white in a pigeon's blinking eye,
in the day few hours old you stand solid and full
of other people's love for each other
spilling over, warm leftovers.

(full poem here)

-- Sue Hyon Bae