Сновида

“I need to tell you something.”

So he holds out his hands
for whatever scrap of paper
I have confessed upon
this time.

Because it’s always been easier
for me to write it down.

He has always been the speaker,
always ready with more words
than I will ever be able to say.

“I love you.”

He looks at his empty hands
and for the first time
I’ve rendered him speechless.