Possibly under the sea across the ocean in another country under different city lights in between the cracks of all the side streets I've trudged along without you by my side?
I think I lost its warmth under the chill of another winter's night without your embrace, or I might have dropped it twelve feet below while climbing all the mountains ahead of me.
Or maybe it slid off my wrist while I was caught mesmerized by the sunrises and sunsets I've never been able to witness with you.
Somehow somewhere it's slipped through my fingers falling victim to familiarity failing terribly at sincerity forgetting every piece of validity leaving both of us with nothing but pity
Because we are ourselves more than we are each others and I have memorized the ocean floor and the city lights and the aimless fights more than I can remember what our love looked like.