We are caught in the shifting; tangles of skin and bone. Rooted only by a distant past, a disintegrating memory — things I knew would only keep us here for so long. And I can feel the pull of time on me, the change of it. Our separation, as the connections between us begin to deteriorate. Little pieces, lost. Little things, gone missing. Like my falling in love with you: so slow, yet so sudden. Will you vanish now, as if you never were? Or will we always stay weightless, in this shifting shadow? Caught between what was and will be, holding tightly to what could be, ignoring the gravity of this time and space between us. Knowing all the while that, one day, gravity will have its way.