We are falling down a chute. You and I.

Or maybe it's a broken swing, but there is nothing below.

Your face is expressionless, like stone and ice all at once. Your hair is like an enthusiastic wave around you. Your hands are all spread out. You don't look at me. Or you do, but you pretend to not.

We aren't here, but we were a while ago. Our voices linger in the wind. It's like listening to yourself on tape. Strange. Muffled. Real, but only just. I can sense the laughter in your voice. I can feel the affection in your tone. My voice sounds exactly the way it does every time it meets yours. Unbearably happy. 

We are on the ground now, a few feet apart. Facing in different directions. Our minds are miles away from each other. 

We aren't dead because we never lived. We aren't here. We were never here. If you shut your eyes tight and open them, all you will see is barren land.