There is a pulse that still beats between us, and I wonder.....do you still feel it? Looking through the depths of my soul, there is always you, as an echo in my mind, your voice, seeping through my continues. The grains of sand slide away, we, both of us, morph, as you would say, the pendulum swings, the paradigm shifts, but still there remains something unbroken, inescapable. Guilt tickles at my nerves, though I know, I cannot hold you blameless for it....we both played equal parts....but I seek your warmth, the memories.....I cannot believe that you could have forgotten, and I seek some evidence, perhaps deluding myself reading into signs