One morning I woke up, and my mind panicked – for when I tried to reach out to my memories of you, they faltered. The slivers of you that appeared were ghost-like and hollow, as though I had forgotten the way we were. I suppose I have. That moment left me tranceless, for your world spins so far away from mine that I cannot imagine a time when our two skies were one.
Gears shift, motions collide.