It knew of the unknowable distance that grew between us, but God knows how it got there - one day it wandered in, pinned its tenancy to the inside of my chest and sat there, observing, oblivious to nothing. It was a keen musician, keeping tempo with my tempo, slept when I slept, read when I read. I continued as normal amid the newness of letting go with an awareness of it that snuck past definition. Once, on the way to college, I saw its reflection holding steady in the window of a passing train and I found a privilege to the age I was present in. It ended its stay at the next stop, but before it was lost to the crowd, it looked back and we smiled to each other knowing that the dialogue between me and you - however unspoken - would continue. And that was the last I saw of it without ceremony but with rhythm in its shoes.