A Pool of Tears

Several weeks into the relationship I was sharing my home and my bed with Miles.  There was a feeling of detachment, a disconnection that I was unable to define; at the same time it was as if his presence was intoxicating.  He came at me with the velocity of an eighteen wheeler going ninety miles per hour, a head on collusion, my mind racing faster than my brain could comprehend.  My head was in the clouds, a dim light hovering up above.