Upon one side of mirrored glass, you stand,
My friend eternal, lost in some distant land.
Your eyes perceive not my silent, yearning gaze,
Through this one-way glass, my soul’s torment displays.
In laughter and in tears, you move unaware,
Unseeing of my presence, my despair.
I strain to touch, yet glass meets my plea,
I cannot reach you, in this silent sea.
Unheard, unseen, a ghost within your sphere,
Yet between each heartbeat, I whisper, “I am here.”
In every smile that brightens your distant face,
I am the ache of love, sealed in this hidden space.
You bear the sun, the moon, my starlit night;
Trapped in death’s silence, I cherish your light.
Rob Walker 