Alunsina takes a walk in the rain

[an excerpt from Dark Hours by Conchitina Cruz]


Today, the news tells me you are scheduled to be lonely.


I part my curtains and look up. Later when the roads turn slippery with your sadness, I will put on my shoes, and soak myself in your tears. It is not difficult to miss you when the evening sky is speechless, when your silence travels down my cheeks, like a request.