sinagtala

leaves me baffled.

A Parable of the Prodigal Son, except that I am not your father and you are not my son. I am your lover and you were to me, once. Except that you never really returned at all. You were there, yes. But you, "You," you never really came back. You looked at me in a manner that was very alien to me. You weren't you.

We were once, lest you have forgotten. We were once one.

Hello Stranger. I guess, "I'll just see you in another life, when we are both cats."