Tears. Icicles against the concrete.
His semicircular view of a world passing by.
He wept. Crystals, chest freezer vista.
The warmth of friends seemed so distant.
Sand dunes on a simple path.
Gasping for air he longed for moisture.
Silly oasis would never come.
His friends loaded the chat and he wasn't there.
And they wondered if he really meant what he said.