Today I couldn't pull my thoughts from the time when you were her. Time is the enemy and nostalgia burned her sins away. And suddenly you, the embodiment of everything that I want were her again.

I found you in the memories of limbs in limbs, the curve of her back against my finger.
Your joy in her eyes, burning in my mind.
History swirls through me; years of love and lust and passion. On. Off. Her

And my heart aches. And my chest pulls in like the vacuum of space. Because you, my ethereal love, were never supposed to be her again.