Sometimes I stare at that emptiness. On the other side I see nothing but white, but then again there's nothing here either. Blank. And the sun will rise and reflect off of the wall. That glass wall I want to break between us. Squinting, it gets hard for my eyes to keep looking at the glaring reflections while the colorful lights dance off the walls. In the shadows I sit next to you, but you never notice.
Quietly you sit with your back leaning on the glass. Thinking softly, you just sit there staring at the window as the sun sets. Your hand rests on the floor right next to me, and I reach out to touch it ever so slightly.
But my hand reaches only the cold wall...while your hand is on the other side. Though I can see you so clearly, I know I will never reach your heart and you will never see me. And that hand of yours will always rest there alone. The silence in our hearts fogs the glass wall. As night falls, you disappear.
And I wonder. How did I end up here?
