Found.

There wasn’t much left to say after that.
He had said it all; every word that could have formed in my mouth, every thought that could have unfurled like a wisp of smoke in my mind. The moon was still out, sitting low and full on the west horizon. Wordlessly, he stood first and held a hand out to help me off the cool ground. The sun’s filmy rays were brushing past the tops of trees and giving the meadow new hope. He put his hand on my shoulder tentatively as we walked, but removed it, almost as soon as I realized it was there. It didn’t feel right anymore.