So much time has passed since I’ve seen you. Still, the memory of you remains an ever-fixed mark on all I see. The image of your face recalls itself, with delicately woven fibres, patterning the windows in my house and the frozen glimpses in hallways, pathways, byways. I can’t look at my own face in the mirror without seeing your fingerprints stamped upon my neck. Tiny moments became an imperceptible reality.

You saw me like a tango—the fiercest waltz. I swayed in the only direction both of us knew how to move. Now time takes me back and forth between what was and what could have been. I realise that there was only you. And there will probably always be you.

Whenever I dance, I will know that, once inside my chest, I danced with you.