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....