So…what happened to the days? When…the first thing we used to do was wet tongues every second…when wetting tongues was not enough we went for seconds…when my thoughts were found in your brain and yours in ‘mine’ and we ‘dug’ each other…now the gold is found in the silence. See now, we rarely speak; I mean we barely geez this radio station’s frequency is no longer frequent you’d swear we adopted your rhythm and two left feet and now things aren’t that in ‘tune.’ I wish we could go back to June…when the cold winter nights meant we snuggled in my car’s bucket seats and spoke until the sun poked the sky and I kissed you good morning. When the sky wrote your name and I gave you a ‘high gift’ that only you could claim, when I made you blush until your skin confessed it, when at times I’d be blinded by the spark in your eye…because you knew that you felt the same way as I…see when we spoke, text or face to face time froze, it eloped and we lost its trace so I wrote, this poem to retrace the pace and space where you & I, the Hansel and Gretel lost our bakes…I miss you…more than what these 3 words can express…