Nunchi

I study you like a piece of art in a museum, but I cannot
Still figure you out. It is your mysteriousness and way
To keep things hidden that really terrifies me. I sought
A person to understand, but you lead my heart astray
Along with that inner voice I know that I should listen
To. What would happen if I shut everyone’s voices off?
Would there be silence? Would my tears stop glistening?
Thoughts, collected together like rainwater in the trough
Swirl around in my head. If only I could block those out
Too. If I saw any of that hate or anger or frustration or
Downright awful moods seen in your underlying doubt
I would walk away for the last time, but I cannot ignore
You or be that person to you when there have been
Too many people who have already left you behind.
I am not another face or body or you can get lost in
Because I have a name and soul. I am what you find
In people; sunshine, laughter, smiles, and a home.
I am a place where you can be safe and roam.

Nunchi (Korean): the ability to gauge mood of others, read the atmosphere, and react appropriately.