Through the Glass

I see you
through the glass.
Ruddy cheeks.
Wrinkled skin.

I hear your
muffled cry
through the glass.
Calling me.
Begging for me.

I feel you
through the glass.
Soft cheeks.
Smooth skin.

I call for you
through the glass.

You don't answer.

My nose is pressed closer.
A fog forms.
Fogging the image
I have
of you.
Blurring my mind.

You exist only
through the glass.