Pane

A poem inspired by the challenge of being loved

I get you close
Only to lose you

Choices
Each decision
Fails me

Every feeling
Every thought
Bends to you

Who am I now?
Who are you now?

There is a pane
Of glass
Me on one side
You on the other

I reach out to you
You reach back
The heat of your hand
Your fingertips
Feel like touch
But I never can touch
Not as close as I want
What I want is never enough
Tantalus stooping at the water’s edge
Reaching for the fruit above his head
All things pull away
Receding at my approach

I am alone
You try to help
Yet I am alone
I cannot reach you
You cannot reach me

So I am to be unhappy?
All the rest of my life?
Unquenched?
Never sated?
Just as Tantalus
That pitiful man

That I want you
Tells me
That you can be gotten

Or is it
A beautiful lie?
A well spun wheel?
A mirage on mirrors?

Show me otherwise
Shatter the glass
Between me and the world

Grab my hand

Say
Come with me
I will show you

Do that
And I will follow
And I will trust
You
More than the pain
Has taught
Me
To trust
Only me

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