space.

It's so fascinating to me, how quickly we create space. Space between bodies. Between minds.

Someone who maybe was so important to you, is all of the sudden no longer part of your normalcy. Years, months, days worth of learned habits abandoned. Cataloged into memory, rather than staying present.

I'm always left wondering- what if we'd known? What if we'd known that was the end, would we act any differently? Would you hold one another a bit longer, kiss them differently?

It strikes me even more how quickly we forget. The tenor of their voice, the feel of their touch. We might smell or see something that reminds us of them but otherwise... then the fade out.

People become past chapters, the let go becomes our reality. Maybe you see them again, maybe not. What then? Pride often steps in to remind you of why you got there, not allowing you to bridge the space between you.

So you keep it. The space. You rewrite the narrative in a way your brain can process. You move forward.

Then there is truly nothing but space. At least, that's one way it could play out.

Maybe the space is closed again. You'd hope for that, wouldn't you?