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