We played with possibility, perhaps, though I can really only speak for my part.
Who knows how much you held in reserve.

You taught me a lesson in boundaries, and I learned it well.
With you, I was mist.
Just a moist shifting with no definition.
Sticking to your skin.
Taking on your shape.

You were ascended air, thin and turbulent.
I tried to keep up.
Maybe you made it to heaven - Mercury can do that -...