I suppose at first I saw you clearly.
‘Those are not my thoughts.’ I imagine myself saying.
I suppose because I cannot remember.
You’ve been with me for so long, there is no longer a distinction between you or I.
Only us, in a writhing, entangled mass.
You tell me that separation is not possible.
I believe you.
Our edges blurred and smugded into nonexistence.
Your colour smeared on mine so that only slivers of me flicker through.