I am sleeping with a comfortable stranger, recognizable features, soothing snore; but you’re not same man I met over two decades ago. Like two ghosts sharing the same spaces, we rarely collide anymore; we just gave up trying and ended up simply co-existing. I long to lie in your arms once more, feeling your warmth, but we are older and we don’t fit together like we once did. We have been drifting in this moment for far too long and I miss you. Do you miss me?