Thoughts…

“I could only look… but never touch”

I’m standing here behind a glass wall
That separates my reality
With my fantasy.
I press my hand on the glass,
Wishing I could pass right through
And live somewhere I want to be.

I see the person I want to be with
But it’s a reality
That will never be achieved.
I can only watch on
As a life I want
Passes by.

My hand slowly slides,
Down the glass
And back beside me.
I feel a tear slide,
Down my face
And onto the floor.

I lean my forehead,
Against the glass
To try and make sense of it all.
I watch as that person;
Now walking away,
Leave my life.

I feel my heart break
With every step
That the person takes.
I want to be with that person
But all I could do
Is look and never touch.

I can never pass
Through this looking glass.