I used to know you intimately
ultimately
innately
you were an idea fed and bred within my mind
constantly growing, constantly transforming
recognition of the structure of your face
brought about the most diverse array of connotations
now it seems the threads are gone
the ways your mouth curves into a smile means nothing to me
your gate is merely a walk
your voice is barely a set of vibrations
it is strange how time can heal
erase
numb
finally, I am indifferent