Once, we were lovers lost in the maze of crumpled bedsheets, new wine, and old books; discovering each other’s body like two mice in an infinite maze. Once, I remember we ran as if the wind was at our heels; dodging the corpses scattered on the streets like addicts after a rave party. Once, we laughed like teenagers tripping on acid; up we went like two balloons until our heads poked the clouds. Once, we cried, or one of us did, as if the world had abandoned us. And all that was left was a murdering silence. Once, the world collapsed on our feeble chests; we quietly died underneath the weight of duty. Once, we were children; we played little games and acted big; unaware of our innocence until they got tainted and maimed. Once, we were dreamers; on ordinary skies we built ornate palaces and in empty pockets we filled simple memories. Once, when we were lovers life felt like life and nothing else.