As the Silence Spoke

Written by María Juliana Ramírez Cabal

The moon hangs between us,
a pale wound that neither will name.
You stand with your hands behind your back,
as the night holds its breath.

Once, we spoke to fill the silence.?
Now, silence speaks for us;
gentler, but crueler.
Because it knows what we’ve become.

Two men, two ghosts, two aching shapes.

The moon does not pity us.
It only reminds me of your eyes,
And how they used to meet mine.
But now that distance has become our language:
One I try to speak.
But every word tastes like winter.
And the cold’s already at my feet.

You shift your weight
as if the ground itself were breaking.
So we stand there,
pretending the moon is enough;
pretending that wonder
can replace what we lost.

For a moment,
it almost does.