Stories from The Moon / Cuentos de la Luna

When it snows,
you can see
things more clearly.
Snow hangs onto rooftops,
frozen bodies of water,
the silhouette of trees.

You are snow.
The memories that cling to me
contour your absence.
Snowflakes trace
the empty spaces
you left in me.

Today is cold
and beautiful,
how I’m thinking of you
without missing you.
Your face is
melting snow.