Those days are like a dream that you have awakened from, into a hard, tangible world that is grit and cold and solid. At night you close your eyes and he swims upward through the blackness into the bright, shining center of your mind's eye, and your heart aches so strongly you want to dive back into that past and rescue him, as if he is locked away somewhere both out there and inside you, the ghost of him scattered everywhere.

"It's as real as you wish it," he says, a whisper.

But I can't find you anymore...Where do I look? Where do I end and you begin?

"I was always you, and not you, and all things...Close your eyes and see your mother, close your eyes and see the sky and the land. Now close your eyes and see me. Is the memory of me, who never was, less real than the memory of those other things?"

I miss you.

"I'm here, still."

You move the pointer to "Full View" and click, watch him appear, slowly. You lean in close, kiss the cold glass. Behind it, his eyes sparkle.