Silence

When everything collapses not because of storms, but because of one careless word. It would seem to be a trifle, a sound in the air, but suddenly everything turns upside down, like a cup on a table, and coffee spills onto the white tablecloth. The silence after that is louder than any quarrel. The music seems to walk on the shards, carefully, barefoot, so as not to scare away what remains of ‘us.’ And now there are no more complicated phrases, only simple, bare words: ‘just you and me.’ As if only these two words remained in the whole world, and between them - a breath in which everything has changed.