After the connection breaks

I can tell only after the connection breaks, because that’s when I realize what happened. That’s when I know I’ve been talking to him inside my head again.

It starts the same: a normal day but in the afternoon I feel floaty. Then like an antenna, receiving signal. A dial twists somewhere between us, our thoughts align, and we’re on the same frequency. Everything I think is automatically in his head.

Everything he says becomes my memory. We go back to jokes we used to tell; hide our sadness from each other; pretend we don’t notice. We know how to do this now, but in some ways, we never learn.

This was originally posted to Twitter on 1/8/2019 as a submission to MythicPicnicTweetStory.