We met 250 million years ago. You were young, self-absorbed and surrounded by your friends. Like other cliques, we drifted apart. There were small cracks at first; they grew into chasms. North America splintered off. South America soon followed. Africa repositioned itself; it stayed closer to Europe than any of us expected. Antarctica and Australia didn’t want anything to do with you; each went their own way. You were the mysterious one Atlantis. When you left we became less than our sum; so many archipelagos strewn in our wake. We never should have split; we were so much better together.