YOU, ME, AND THE GLASS BETWEEN

YOU, ME, AND THE GLASS BETWEEN

I see you

On the other side

Of the glass.

At least…

That’s what I think it is.

Through even if it is glass

Why don’t you turn to look  at me

As I scream your name

And try to break it.

Overtime

I found

That there was a glass

Just not where I thought it was.

And overtime

I found

That I wasn’t the one who finally broke it.