I know not anymore what I spoke Albeit I know what I felt. Memory is becoming a pariah to the mind It is your touch that reminds me of who I am and what want to be. The early morning vulnerabilities, emotional and physical remind me of the time we had, of the your breath,soothing me back to bed. And then, anxiety creeps, Will the azure of the sea and sky ever be one? Distance is the horizon, you, the limitless sky and I, the never-ending sea.