Space

I never thought I’d be writing this; never thought I’d be sinking fast in this quicksand where the only branch to grasp hangs from the tree of past thoughts of you and I. There was a time when I thought that time might never start up again; that time was dictated by you and I, and if I never lost sight of your crystal eyes, I’d never feel anything but complete again. Those seemingly endless moments; whispered promises of preservation, and soft kisses on the cheek. I never thought there would be a time when my words no longer calmed your sometimes restless seas; all I had to do was tell you it would be fine, and simply put, that was fine enough. I never thought we'd be strangers; that we'd be able to say each other's name without feeling like Christmas morning all over that our love could become a mere fossil trapped beneath unjustified separation. I never thought I’d lose that last piece to my puzzle, and I don’t think I’ll rest until I find it again. I never thought that you and I would become what we have today; bound by the past, divided by space.