Every time I walk into a room. I can feel your presence, before I even see you. Since my heart begins to race, and the palm of my hands break out in a cold sweat. I tremble at the thought of being close to you. As an unseen force draws us together. I am able to see the different flecks of color. Hidden in the depths of your eyes. I can feel the anticipation of what might be between us. As we move ever closer. When suddenly I realize it's not really you I see. Only your reflection. Is in the mirror staring back at me. I turn frantically searching the room. Trying to find you in the crowd. As I turn back towards the looking glass. I see you standing their with your arms out stretched. Beckoning me forward, my hand connects with the cool surface of your impression. Our fingers touching, without any warmth. Recognizing that we are so close, yet miles apart all in the same instant. I become over whelmed with despair. While everything inside me rages. For me to break the glass. That keeps us separate from one another. Yet fearing that shattering the mirror. Will cause you to disappear from my hemisphere. But the longer I look at your reflection. The more sorrow creeps into my heart. As my hand clenches into a fist. My arm swings towards the glass. I am jerked awake. Shivering in the throws of a cold sweat. My body quaking, while my mind fathoms the fact that I am alone. You are not here with me. As I recognize this dream for the torture, that it is. I know you are always with me. Yet we seem destined to always and forever be apart. As this pain clutches my heart, and sorrow begins to settle in my gut. Eternally contemplating this my biggest shame. I can't wait for the day to end. So that I may have the pleasure of seeing your sweet face once again.
