Separation - a window shut
Water droplets have settled on the glass,
on the outside and the inside, of the widow.
On the outside these droplets
seem like your tears
falling trickling down your cheeks
and on the inside they collected
from my breath
that I held within me
wasted from the many kisses
I fashioned to comfort you.
Separation is like the pane of glass between us …
My kisses cannot now dry your tears … and
there is a glass, a window shut between us.