Through broken glass I see,
your face is there, your voice I hear.
I try to reach for you,
only to draw back,
my flesh raw and bleeding.
My inner turmoil seems focused
on the only thing I care about;
the only thing I cannot have.
It seems that I can have anything
that this world can offer,
though that which I wish for
most desperately and long for,
is the very thing, the only thing,
that I cannot ever touch,
nor feel nor hear nor taste nor smell.
I look up from my pain
to see you still there
And through the shattered glass,
I see a tear tumble down your cheek.
Your sorrow calls to me,
I try to reach again,
only to feel my arm sliced to the bone,
just as this emotion
has affected me to my very soul.
If there is one thing I would give
for the one thing I truly want,
it would be my life.
For one happy day,
with one beauty-filled night
spent in your embrace
where I belong.
For that, I would give my life.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017