Wall of Glass

Why aren’t you aware of the glass wall?
Is it so transparent it is invisible?
So clear that you cannot see it?

Can’t you tell when you put out your hand
there is only the illusion of touching.

When your lips press hard onto mine
we are kissing through a screen,
surely you must know that.

One day I think I’ll run full tilt at the glass
I’ll stand before you bloodied and cut,
touching you without the barrier intervening.
Will you notice any difference?

I should do it soon because each day
the glass is misting over, and before long
you will be obscured and lost to me.

But it is hard to find the courage
for that shattering breakthrough.


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