Echoes

Cut off.

Drifting. Two years... very little has changed. Afloat still. Drawn to where the winds please. In search of an unknown shore, ever unyielding.

What will become of us?
The few bound by years past, a thread now stretched so thin that we stop, pausing in our footsteps, for the fear of losing each other.

Amidst the laughter, between the stories that never dull it pulls at us, a strange gesture, an unexpected word, a subtle shift of a brow... a solitary moment of another life unknown and without us. Who are they? These strange men and women, whose eyes daringly reflect your love and yet so much a stranger's. I look for them, unknowingly and unwittingly in the crowded train stations, in the passing cars, for their faces, for those familiar voices. Chasing the Shadows of a past long gone.

A nudge breaks me from my thoughts. 'You look lost.' He said, raising his eyebrow.

'Not really.'

'You are here now. We are all here.'

I smile.

We are strangers.