I was sown to you. With every fiber, we were stitched together. Separation could only cause us pain and loose ends. Feeling lonesome. Holding our breath as we plunged into the nothingness of each others minds, searching for a light. Lights that would resemble the stars. Like those nights we’d lay on that hill, deep in the woods, watching the stars create a story only we knew. The roots of the trees became unburied and ripped me from your grip, and the soil swallowed you whole. In the distance I heard a soft creaking, that seemed to get louder and more distinct. It sounded like the old wood floor we would dance on, in that run-down house over on Dreary Lane. Holding each other too close for comfort. And with each step, that damn floor began singing that horrid but lovely tune. One, two, three, two, two, three. On and on, it was the soundtrack of our short summer. Chapped lips and rough skin, your jawline haunts my fingertips. Bruised knees and that raspy voice, every word serenaded my being. Emotions would flood as our eyes locked, concentrating on each other’s gaze was all we had needed. Skinny dipping in that freezing lake, purple kisses and pale touches. That fall still crawls into my memory and replays itself ‘til I start shaking, screaming, aching for kind words to slip into my head once again. But my memory has started to fade since you’ve been gone. I’ve forgotten what your hair felt like as I ran my hands through it, and I’ve stopped smelling your scent everywhere I had gone. I can breathe. And now I’m starting to get familiar with the spin of the Earth, it’s like I’m on a ride that never stops.. except you’re not here to hold my hand. Simultaneously your touch has left my skin, and your lips are no longer pressed against my back. and darling, I promise, forgetting comes easily when you try your hardest to remember. It will all be okay, one day.