The dark side of intimacy

I sense the glass window pane rather than see it.

It becomes real only when i stretch my hand to reach beyond..

and encounter  cold glass.

It stayed immovable,and broke my illusion of freedom and closeness

I reach out still when eager, forgetting the glass exists..

Now smudged with my own fingerprints, no longer transparent.

One day if i break it, will you step forward to stem the blood from the shards of glass ?

Or leave me be..to bleed into disillusionment ?

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