I’ve tried to speak to you
Through this glass wall.
I know you do not hear me
Any more.
I’ve gestured
And mouthed my words,
Slow and loud
Like the deaf mute.
You did not seem to see.
I’ve hammered and pounded
And beaten at the glass,
Until my hands bled.
I’ve cried and wailed and sobbed
Till not a tear was left to shed.
It did not give way.
Solid did it stay
No hint of recognition in your eyes
Did I see.
No glint, no love, not even a lie set free.
Now,
When my eyes are silent,
And my fists are red with blood,
My soul slumped in fatigue,
Defeated,
It has dawned on me
At last,
That it was not your fault.
I was behind a one-way glass.