As we once were

we can never be again,

Closer. Connected.

As a genie to a bottle;

But, we can become

Like petals from a rose.

Together,

things fell

like snowflakes dancing in the frozen winter.

Now we have become

distant.

Our story has become fantastical, no longer

familiar as freckles on a nose:

More like a dream

that we’re not even sure is real.

This strange affair,

When did it all begin?

(Now read in reverse)