Staring

 “What's that? A monkey?” I asked, pointing your tiny phone display.
“A mixture of a monkey, a human and a fish,” you said, facing me, and then it took back your attention.
Beautiful—you, not the game.
And you then wandered back in that .jar applet. Seeing your monitor so seriously, with your thumbs busy with the keypads.
I could only stare at you, pretending to be so curious of why are you so serious. I didn't know how much did I let my eyes stare at you.
I kept on shouting in my heart, when I was just sitting on your left, facing you with a body-folding position curling your back.
I'd really want to explain it but words aren't flowing as usual.
I could only stare at you. Seeing your spear-sharp eyes stabbing the tiny monitor, colorful lights landing on your face, your lenses, your lips.
Twice the speaker holder made the speaker face my ear, torturing me that was sitting right beside it. I thought he was just kidding.
But I just realized that what he did was trying to take me back to reality, reminding me that I was staring at you for too long.

Yes, sweetheart, we have our own games.