from what we once knew

Tracing the familiar route, his thoughts, too, were familiar. They were of the darkness that had surrounded him, the memories that faded faster than broken spiderwebs.

What was the color of her hair? How had his arms felt when they were around her? Had his arms ever been around her, had his hands ever touched the hair of another? He shook his head, slowly, though the energy was more than he had.