I wonder after the things I've lost, opportunities ideas or house keys, people most of all, so many I was white close with, where does intimacy go when it does? When you see a person, in a Wal-Mart, at a bus stop, on Facebook, in your dreams and say, "where have "we" been? I miss "us", emotions are energy, if energy can never be destroyed then what happens to it? The snap and crackle of synapses that used to mean love but now are unreplied messages on Facebook or on a phone. We've become island into ourselves floating in lonely seas while what once was is laid neglected in a friendship elephant graveyard.