The Pain Of Panes

Two hearts hopelessly separated by an invisible barrier

that cruel pane of time and fate, which allow a gaze, but prevents the touch,

tears pour from the wound within so gushing from longing,

agonized as if constantly stabbed to hold and love one so far away.

Voice loses its calm in the tones from suppressing the sobs,

each conversation on the phone inflames the uncontrollable craving.

 

In the silence comes the flush of honeymoon dreams

her face the only world you want and could truly live,

not a second comes without her being in your head,

days move as a sloth trapped in blizzard

because they mean nothing without her next to your side,

just clinging to the existence laid before you,

sanity surviving only when you can hear her speak again.