Glass Partners

Tru Dowling

1.
A glass wall between us
blocks touch, holds my reflection,
your refraction.
2.
Rain pounds window views,
blurs tears, accusations,
fourth wall speculation.
3.
We walk out, catch sun
rippling roadside puddles. Breeze
dissolves warm reprieve.
4.
Back home, side by side,
framed photographs on display,
glassed coffins of past.
5.
Through the window, I
watch you leave while motes float
in abductor sunrays.