Kaleidoscope of us

Late nights I retrace the steps from me to you in my mind. Every detail on the predetermined path would shine throug as a fragment of us, as looking through a kaleidoscope. Walking over the bridge, the cool breeze from the coast would send shivers down my spine and force me to squint. I would gaze determined in your direction as I walked, each step more contagious than the last.

Each time I retrace my steps I discover new things, new fragments in the kaleidoscope. Your wordless eloquency, a dream that won't end, the ink spots on your thenar all smudged in the same way you blur my vision as I look through the kaleidoscope.

I grow conscious of redacted memories. I tilt my head back, close my eyes and let the cool breeze embrace my face and move its way down my neck. The hair on my arms rises as antennas trying to pick up a signal, with no further success.

We keep floating the same way the photons surrounding us, or we surrounding them. The photons ceased to exist long ago, radiated into space, and at every end, every beginning, parts of us kept falling away, parts now retracted by the kaleidoscope of us.