Stand facing the glass wall...
Nervous and afraid.
On the other end that seems an eternity away,
stood you.
As though it were a mirror reflection,
Both of us din move;
we din know whata do.
An invisible string from me to you,
pulled us near to the wall.
So near... I feel your warmth.
So quiet, I hear your beat.
So then I realised what I wanted:
I cannot hold you forever.
Stuck my hands to feel yours.
Kissed my lips to the cold wall.
The prints.
They disappear.
But I know this is what I want to give you...
as you and I turned our backs.
Head for the exit to another space.
charon