Two pieces of separate puzzles, always kept within a glance. You, the one whose never looked back. I, the one stuck in a trance. Time passes. Settings change. Always finding our way back into stance. Whether walking or talking you capture me without giving me a chance. Even after the sands have shifted, and our bridge has long since burnt down. Even after clouds have passed, and in your mystery I drown. We’ve always been two pieces of separate puzzles. Distanced by the multiple remains of burnt bridges. Forever stuck in this trance unable to look back.