He Has His Own Map

Soft blue pen tonight. I need the soft one.

Manager Im came at 11:42. He had the log. He did not smile. He pointed at one line. July 8th. 11:14 p.m. Kim Dong-hyun. Staff back hallway. Guest key.

Four days he sat on it. Four days he let me wonder.

I have my notes. He has his. Same hallway. I thought I was the only one watching. I am not.

This is the part I cannot say. It felt good. Just one second. Someone is watching back.

Aigoo. What is wrong with me.

Polite face goes back on tomorrow. Smile. Fix hair. Ask about suites. No one will know I sat here with cold tea and a blue pen and felt seen by the last person I wanted to see me.

Mom called. I did not pick up.

The fern is growing. At least one thing in this room is doing what it should.