Stories from The Moon / Cuentos de la Luna

You were a force. A gushing stream. 

Your current strong. The roaring splash of meeting you. 

Then you became cold.

You built a dam between us. 

Where are the postcards you said you would send?

You say that you haven’t changed.

That you are still water.

But water changes. 

Your presence seeped into my bones.

I’m soaking in cold water. 

Our memories are painful icicles.

The warm words you said to me, froze.

Frostbitten ears.  

Look at me and tell me that you haven’t changed.

Now you are vapor. Leaving me slowly. 

Your stories left droplets on my face.

Crystalized expectations. 

Look up. Look at what we had.

See it rising.

See us disappear.