One-Hundred Five

I'm questioning a universe that would only allow me to experience you from behind glass--I was given only so much.

"You can smell her hair, but not touch her lips. You can kiss her, but you can't hold her. You can hold her, but you can't communicate with her. You can love all of her, but she will not give herself to you."

I waited, thinking the partition must be dropped at some time, but it wasn't. And then the day came when the partition became obscure with fear and she told me, 'you've had enough.'

I was devastated.

I've been hurt before, but this was a cruel joke. The love of my life was, and is, a woman I can't have...I'm angry, and if God had an automobile, I'd put sugar in his gas tank.