She pressed her ear against the shell:
she wanted to hear everything
he never told her.
A single inch
separates their two bodies
facing one another
in the picture:
a framed smile
buried beneath the rubble.
Whenever you throw stones
into the sea
it sends ripples through me.
My heart’s quite small:
that’s why it fills so quickly.
How thrilling to appear in his eyes.
She can’t understand what he’s saying:
she’s too busy chewing his voice.
She looks at the mouth she’ll never kiss,
at the shoulder she’ll never cry on,
at the hand she’ll never hold,
and at the ground where their shadows meet.
