Two souls seated next to each other, yet so far, remaining strangers. They used to know the other, and how their hands fit perfectly, they knew the curves of their body and the flow of their thoughts. They used to know the other.
Yet somehow, they lost those memories. Somewhere, between the sheets on the bed or inside the letters never sent, they forgot this connection. It got lost in the summer heat and the canceled dates. It disappeared under all the notes taken in class and drowned in the "last bottle of vodka of the night I promise". You know how life gets in the way. There had never been enough room between them for routine to fit. They were something intense and brief. They were a connection of the souls within a connection of the bodies.

However, a hand reaching another, two gazes meeting and the colors appeared again. Their muted laughter, shared in the delicate secret of a full moon tinting their skin pale blue, as if from another planet, echoed against the clouds. Their muffled words tasted like the past but they shared it like an old bottle of wine. They contemplated the sky as if each and every star held the memories they shared and the wind blowing against their bare skin almost felt like the other's touch.