the glass
by hana lee
there is a glass that separates us.
it is several inches thick
but it feels like 15 years.
i can see you through it
right next to my own reflection,
and it saddens me that that's how close we'll ever get
to being on the same side.
this glass that separates us
steals my words,
steals my thoughts.
so that everything that i rehearsed in my head
on my way here is forgotton.
and all that comes out is:
_________________.
blanks like a flatline.
i hate the glass that separates us,
murky with fingerprints
that have wiped angry tears.
it represents every road that we should not have taken,
but did anyway.
it represents everything we cannot fix
as much as we wanted to.
but the glass that separates us
in all of it's emotion-inducing power
actually does not separate us at all.
i think about you everyday because of it.
you think about us everyday because of it.
everything i do is dedicated to your memory
because of it, the glass that separates us.
model[ devon. photographer[ noidea.
2 comments:
you know what i miss? when i used to write often and you'd always leave me witty comments that could have only come from you. i have no doubt that is the reason we became friends.
are we still friends? i mean, the obvious answer is yes. but with the accretion of age, doesn't it feel like people are slowing leaking out of your life? like one of those pinhole leaks you don't even notice until there's no juice left in your box? maybe it's just me. alls i know is, i don't wanna be left old and thirsty w/ an empty juice box.
anyway, let's kick it back 2005 style.
she looks so unique. :) - vivian
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