"Who are you?"
"I could ask the same thing."
Two bodies stand close together, barely touching, barely breathing.
"I knew you once… I guess I was wrong."
One moves, bends down, stops, stretches.
"We were idiots, weren't we."
"Totally."
A hand reaches out, pulls back as if burned.
"You can't see me."
"Why not? We are the same."
She stands aloof, her coat pulled close.
"I am a ghost to you as you are to me."
"We were in love, once."
He straightens. Makes a face.
"Was it love?"
"Was it really?"
She looks at him, those jade eyes burning into his soul.
"Did you know it was love?"
"Our pasts shouldn't pierce the present."
"Mm, so poetic. Stupid as hell, but poetic."
The sun sets lower in the sky.
"I used to know what love was."