Glass, that is what this is.
Glass, thick and hard, yet I hear your voice.
Glass should allow me to see you but then
I remember that I am blind.
Glass and carbon steel look alike to the blind
Glass feels as cold as carbon steel and
Glass is just as disinclined to yield.
So I follow the sound of your beloved voice.
Glass holds back your tsunami of human grief,
Glass denies me the right to join my soul with yours.
Glass condemns my soul to burn in yet another
Self-made purgatory without you by my side.
Glass lets you read my lips as I whisper my last words.
Glass lets everyone watch and denies me the courage
To tell you that I love you, so I die choked in shame
Speaking only of our friendship, silent once again.