The man walks backward into a lamplit studio where
like him the woman is crying. They scream
in each other’s faces until the tears recede
back into their eyes, turning them from red to white.
The two hold each other, grateful for this cure.
They undress and lie beneath a cool sheet,
make love and dress again. Months pass.
Their faces begin to soften, and the pair looks younger.
They take long, backward walks together.
Happy at last, each no longer needs the other.
They call, but spend most nights alone.
In the final scene, the two are sitting close at a bar.
He reaches into his coat and unfolds a paper
where her number is written. She clicks a pen and carefully
unwrites each digit. All nervous smiles,
the man moves to a different table.
He spits whiskey into a glass,
where cubes of ice are slowly forming.