Frosted Glass


I tap on the glass. Frozen. Cold.

near opaque.

I can see you & you can see me, but

hear we cannot.

We each rub the glass with our sleeves &

press our faces against the glass.


Separated by just a double pain.

Separation is pain.

Double pain. 

Hours melt away, frozen as we gesticulate

a silent conversation.

We get everything except touch & sound

this way.

They are missing.

They are missed.


I breathe on the cold glass to fog it &

Write you a lovenote.

Love symbols…

represent love words…

emergent from love 

G E S T I C U L A T I O N S.


You are ever enough & eternally beautiful.

I see your sparks amid the frozen.

You see my sparks amid the frozen,

but separated, our sparks cannot melt

the tundra that surrounds. 


I will wait patiently for you, for the door to open.

For the glass to shatter.

For our flames to converge, again. 


Please don’t give up on me. 

I will never give up on you. 

I will be here. 

I am here. 

I    S E E   you & one day I will feel you, hear your voice again


Until then, I wait, I don’t care how long it takes.

I fog the glass again &

draw a heart shape. 

You smile, fog the glass,

& draw a heart shape.


I press my hand onto the glass & you match me.

Love conquers.

 

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