My first glimpse of you
Was through
Round glasses and wide brown eyes
Waiting, watching, hoping, loving
This scene.

My second glimpse of you
Was through
The same round glasses
Hoping, hoping, hoping, knowing
You were real.

My hundredth glimpse of you
Was through
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
Was through
Tears and fears and blood and worry and failure
Crying, trying, wishing, hoping
You would get away

My hundred and third glimpse of you
Was through
A sheet of glass. Inside out. Dead.
And I wish-
I hope-
No, I KNOW-
That this will not be the last
(Nor was it the first)
Time I see you.
Not forever.
I'll see you soon.