But home was a dream
One that I'd never seen 'til you came along.

Losing my memories of you, I whistle songs you used to sing. They say melodies stimulate recollection.

The notes carry me tenderly across a hazy expanse, intermittently summoning memories of dancing, hope (such hope), heartbreak, anger, bliss, trust, distrust, sacrifice, belonging; even strength, resilience against surrender. But these fleeting memories can never truly capture the warmth of your presence. And I miss you dearly.

And across that expanse, somewhere within the misty valley, I realise we were together, playfully singing. I cry such happy tears.