My first glimpse of you
Round glasses and wide brown eyes
Waiting, watching, hoping, loving
My second glimpse of you
The same round glasses
Hoping, hoping, hoping, knowing
You were real.
My hundredth glimpse of you
Contacts, fixing eyes that hid behind shields of glass for so long
Breathing, living, watching, waiting
Could I do this at last?
My hundred and second glimpse of you
Tears and fears and blood and worry and failure
Crying, trying, wishing, hoping
You would get away
My hundred and third glimpse of you
A sheet of glass. Inside out. Dead.
And I wish-
No, I KNOW-
That this will not be the last
(Nor was it the first)
Time I see you.
I'll see you soon.