On the other end of this frosted glass
I watch my dream.
Everything I’ve ever wanted.
Right there.
It waves.
I wave back.
Tears streaming down my face,
I wave back.
I slam my fist into the glass
It seems to thin out
My lips brush the cool surface,
Hard as stone.
I slam it again.
My hand is throbbing,
My heart is swollen,
But I wave back.
