Some days are just a little tougher than the others.

I wake up craving you a little more than usual.

The shape-shifting distance between us seems to stretch further.

The memories I’ve carefully been hoarding over the years are more intense than ever.

And in a egalitarian move, the longing hasn't been spared either.

I wonder how much longer now... Could we really make it to the end?

I wonder if this is all we will ever be, but then again I have no reference frame to stack it against. Do I really want more and will that more be able to contain me?

Then, a slight flutter of my eyelids reminds me that this is what we chose.

To feel without measure or mirage… To traverse the length and breadth of our skin without boundaries... To yearn without pause or completion... To sink in deep enough because we know no other way...

And for us, there is no other way.

Life goes on... We exist simultaneously in physical realms that keep us apart, and then in the world where we belong.

Sometimes, we meet just on the cusp for a fleeting moment.

Your disproportionate fingers graze lightly against my skin.

My eyes well up with the smoke from my cigarette.

And as you let me go, the day is painted with what will never be.