The complications always came not from your existence but from harnassing your energy via the tether At your heart. you pulled me in using magnetism or gravity or proximity or maybe you just cast a spell- as if simple words and gestures could explain it. If I could reappear, I now might be a galaxy or and explosion of light at the start of a dream. This is the trick, minus the subtleties, as echoes are lost in the pressure of space like time endears ourselves to memory. Then maybe I could just cast a spell- as if simple words weighed enough to reclaim us.