I watch the ice melt in your drink, it disappears slowly, somehow like the love we used to have.
I watch you lean forward without taking your eyes of me. You caress the edge of the glass with your finger, the way you used to caress me. You bring the glass up to your lips and I recall the way you used to kiss me. I see the world I used to escape to through your lips.
You take a sip, still looking at me. I observe you as you enjoy the drink the way you used to enjoy me not so long ago.
You are still looking at me, the way only you can.
I feel like the ice in your drink, slowly disappearing from sight, fading from your memory, locked out of your heart.
You take another sip, you get up, still looking at me. You lean over and kiss me and you slowly walk away, but all I can do is watch your every step, and with each step I sink back into the dark world that your first kiss had rescued me from. - A London minute (in Abu Dhabi)