We stare for three minutes .
Just long enough for me to catch the glimpse of lust in his eyes .
Just long enough for him to notice I noticed .
Those eyes .
Heavy with the burden of lying to the world .
They were dark and dim, insinuating a light there before .
That heartache can short-circuit any light .
He walks up and says something in well-mannered, ‘blah blah’ language .
The voice distant, detached and mechanical .
The air around us made us colder,
Made us crave warmth like water after consumption of sand .
Curiosity .
Intimacy .
They craved .
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