NOCTURNE FOR NO ONE

By Vera Von Monika

In silence, I speak
to a space only music knows.
Not yours,
not mine,
but a shadow between notes
that never dares to settle.

The moon was kind once.
She let me borrow a fragment of her stillness,
and I wrapped it in a sigh
too soft to disturb the glass
that holds the night.

You’d think I was writing to someone.
But I’m not.
I am only letting these words
linger near the sound of your name,
hovering
before they dissolve again.

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