One day, I lost her. In reality, we lost each other. Our time had expired. We drove carelessly in a car purposed with four bald tires and the low-fuel light illuminated en route to a destination neither desired. When it was done, cleansing was painful. With every scrub, the abrasive pain radiated. Within minutes, all was lost. Physical memories, mementos and proof of what was once real...was now gone.
Like any athlete or musician who once excelled at something, I've lost knowledge of our vocabulary. It no longer comes easy to me. I ask for definitions, for spellings, for help when I can't translate. Even then, it doesn't make sense. I suppose it's not a bad thing, but rather is a mystery.