Seoul

Oh, my Seoul,  
From a distance,  
Monochrome;
A single way, and  
A thousand miles, and  
At times this bridge  
Seems a thousand miles  
To me,  
Though right next door,  
This painfully familiar  
DMZ.  

Give me Yeosu,  
Where the waves are gentle on the shore;  
 
Or some Hanok Village,  
Where I might momentarily forget  
My every  
Heavy, stark regret;  
 
But no,  
I can’t resist the song  
Welling up within my Seoul;  
And while I Can’t  
(Necessarily) Stop Me,  
Oh, sweet Seoul,  
There’s nowhere I’d rather be.