This is all what is left of us. I can only remember that once upon a time, there was US. And now, we are mere silhouettes, edges matching our outlines, but we no longer have meaning. This is US now, plain and flat as a memory. Backlit with hopes of finding something else to be whole again.

I am okay with this. With the silhouettes. We can walk in opposite directions now and I’d look back, wave, smile and hope that we might cross paths again next time.