Picture – 151 – The glass

I see you in there

I reach

Is it possible for you to feel my presence

My hand on a glass?

Can  you feel my hand 

I want you near me

I want to feel your hand touch mine

I can’t come in, you can’t come out

Will we always be like this?

Together, but separate, only a touch away

There is no partition

We see it only in our mind.



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