corazón vacante

She’d come to know there are things so closed, so imprisoned, it was impossible to even pry them open with love. The closer she tried to move, the more distance he gathered, until all she could see of him was wisps of his dust on the dark, remote horizon.

The more tightly she would cling to him, the more space he silently claimed.

                        She followed him down an empty road towards a dark destination.

                                                She was the forest—and he, the desert.

In walking away, she realized all the forces which had rallied against her,
inhabited his vacant heart.