I can't believe the weirdness of it. Believing in the dream that there can be touching and tenderness and ear-whisperings all along with being sanely apart and over and moved on. Walking past a bay window that doesn't exist, seeing the smile I remember from one particular sidewalk view, splaying fingers on the glass, then scrambling out of the window that doesn't exist but wouldn't open if it did? The hug was comfort, but I know there'd be energy overwhelming in the extreme should it happen. Ear whisperings of letters to come that never will.
When two become one, there is no separation in life.