Past Familiarity Between Strangers

To be quite frank
(as I find myself being these days)
I no longer recognize you.

I once thought it impossible
to not recognize that
precise shade of brown as the color of your eyes.

Or be able to pinpoint
The sweet, lovely sound of your laugh
in a crowded room.

I thought that perhaps,
I had the way your body curled
into the hollows of mine-memorized.

Now I'm finding that
other colors crowd out the meaning
and yours is no longer comforting.

And your laugh-
once so familiar
is no longer so easily placed.

The hollows you once filled
no longer fit you
or is it you no longer fit them?

And I am left to wonder
when did best friends
become strangers?

What did you promise me?
Forever.
But forever is devoid of familiarity.

You are a beloved book
written in another language
that I can no longer read.