Every day without you brings sometimes despair, sometimes panic, most other times, a resigned acceptance. We made the choices. These are our consequences.

Whatever the feeling that comes, what remains true is that you are inescapable. I breathe you in, breathe you out, and you are in my skin, fastened so intricately into my existence that I can hardly live without you. Even if only in thought, or fading memory.

What do you look like now? I wonder. We have aged much since the last embrace. But never too much not to see each other through our older eyes. I like to imagine what it would be like to see you again. I like to think the years would magically peel away, revealing the same two people so desperate to be together, so caught up in a love deep enough to drown us both.

I never stopped loving you. It hasn’t died, hasn’t been forgotten. Maybe occasionally neglected, but always just a song away.

“Through cupped hands ’round a tin can, I pretend to hold you to my breast and find that you’re moving on the backroads, by the rivers of my memory, ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind.”

I love you so much. I can actually feel my heart breaking.