Distance

­The winds, they are talking to me, they are telling me about your life; they are trying to replicate your laughter and your smile. They are saying the things you would have said; if you were here… they are trying to make me smile. The trees watch, filling in the gaps left by the strange orchestra outside my window… they chime in every once in a while, when your throat closes up and your voice shivers with the ferocity of a storm. I have my earphones playing a different song in my ears, but I can see you, I can hear what you want to say. For a moment, there’s stillness, as if we are staring at each other and comprehending the distance between us.

Secret.

Mountains and oceans have wept,

Rivers and forests have wailed in the quiet of the night,

Secrets that no one should ever have to know.

Mountains harden by the truth they keep

And the rivers melt away with every memory

You know me too well, pleads the sky

The wind hushes it and the thunder drowns its cries.