A usual evening, I was done with the shower and in front of the mirror. I stared at my foggy reflection- I didn’t recognize my face. I reach out with my red hand and traced it slowly across the mirror, I looked myself in the eyes and they were blank as ever.
I grabbed the razor and went about my work, slowly and eloquently I cleaned off my jaw. Something flashed on my left side, my eyes darted at the door and there you were and then you were gone; I was lost in the air, the time had stopped, I could hear my heart beat and then I looked back in the mirror, it took a second to see the look in my eyes. It was too good to be real but I knew I couldn’t fake it.
I remembered you stood there once; you had to sneak in. It was an odd moment we both kept quiet but you stood there, and you kept your stare and I kept peaking from the corner of my eyes. Intent you wouldn’t speak nor did you leave, the more I noticed you stand there the more I didn’t want you to leave. So I hastened up and you to kept standing there motionless.
When I was done I came up to you, you reached for my cheek and cupped me in your hand, your lips were sealed but your eyes were whispering with the strangest glint. I wondered- would the distance close some more-
And then I blinked and I was back in the present, there was fog, it was cold and I look in the mirror, I scrap my hand over the glass- it’s cold; And there I am- my eyes are blank again.