You and I.

I watched the distance grow, thin air disintegrating into a void each passing second.

As the weeks gave birth to months, the days we shared smiles slowly started to decay, faces becoming blurry and the tone of your voice becoming a distant unfamiliar murmur; the sound of your laugh still lingers at the edges of my memory, tingling about like little children playing about in a dimly lit crowded room.
The feel of your thin soft fingers over my skin is now replaced by the still cold air through my bedroom window and cigarette buds occasionally lit out in the palm of my hand.

RAGGED URBAN