Kira-Lynx
The way his back ripples is enticing. Surfing his skin is almost ethereal. It changes, soon, into solid form. A foundation to stand on, to keep me on my feet and grounded. When he smiles, I evaporate into a million memories and I feel alive.
My eyes burn as I look at you, but it's a desert in the corners of them. Not a tear forms, much less drops from them. I look at you, still, and you can't keep your gaze on me. You know. The dry wind blowing has infiltrated our hollow hearts.
The blinking of the light makes me bite my lip. I don't want to read it, right now. I want to savour it. It's rare, these replies, these conversations that last more than a couple of seconds. Even through a black & white screen, I want to feel a connection. There's none. There never was.
His eyes are a lot like yours. The way he laughs & smiles always brings back memories of those late nights on your porch, pack of beer & cigarettes beside us as we laughed at everything. I lean forward & smile as well, but the uneasy feeling of deja vu doesn't let me enjoy the other things, your own quirks.