Desert

Little by little, your image fades right in front of me. I wonder if that is intentional. I wonder if it was a plan all along.

As the clock ticks, I can feel you become some sort of fictional character to me. Maybe is my way of immortalizing you, flawedly perfect as you are.

I see the sands of time take you away from me. The sands of an endless desert, where I roam for a thousand and one lives searching for you, my twin. But you were a mere mirage, teasing with my exhausted senses. 

This is my last life. Will we meet (again)? 

My intuition said: live. 

Farewell.