Separate Worlds

April 9, 2010
Sadly I stare through the contorted glass
Watching the other side
I see you faintly there

Through the months it's grown more opaque
Harder to see through
Resented ever more daily

I can make the outline of your face
Your eyes penetrate
The only clear part of you

They speak to me, your only voice
I listen for all it's worth
All but the lies come through

Until all that's left, your soul's only windows
I grasp for the comfort in them
I once found

Finally staring at a black wall
The connection's almost gone
In separate worlds now

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