I was so glad to see you, it had been years. The void that had separated us now closed. We met in your room, early evening, dusk falling on the cobbled streets outside. A girl was with us, distracted, she needed your help, but I didn’t care. I’d begun to undress, I had removed my jacket and my shoes. I fondled you, your soft flesh like warm Play-Doh beneath my tar stained fingers. I kissed you, lashing my tongue against your thousands of pristine white teeth. I slid my hands deeper into you clothes, uncovering, but you had to solve the problems of our witness.
I sat a moment, waiting, and in that moment began to unbutton my shirt. You’d asked no questions, happy to see me and me happy to see you. This was all too much to ask, but you’d noticed something I hadn’t.
“Why are you crying?” you said.
“This isn’t real” I said, barely believing it myself. I repeated the line as the light faded, you, disintegrating before me, your body in my arms melting like snow.