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.
3 comments:
so sad....
Wow
I felt that.
Very poignant.
Welcome to blogworld.
That's beautiful...and so sad.
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