Through Glass

I watched you leave
Again,
I'm watching from
The other side,
Through glass,
My hand pressed
Against the cool
Surface, clouded
By my shortening
Breath,
My hand still
Finds purchase on
The cool glass,
I've been doing
This for so long,
Yet, why do I
Wait here still?
Why do I wait
For your hand
To touch my
Own?
Through the glass,
The world is skewed,
My now cynical eyes,
The critize rather
Than praise,
My hand glued
In the same spot
Waiting to be
Blocked by yours
Looking at my
Own reflection,
I realize my
Smile has become
Jaded,
My eyes dangerously
Cold,
Belatedly, I realize
Your standing before
Me,
Distance clouded eyes
Clash with cold ones,
Your hand reaches out
Palm spreading across
The cool surface,
It was too late,
Mine was already gone,
I had given up,
My mind had been
Made up when I saw
You through glass,
I knew you'd return,
Just to leave again.
~Kaitlin Platti~