Empty Cell

I long for your touch. I see you but the once familiar twinkle in your eye is now gone. A hollow shell of what once was. I can see your hurt and feel your pain. They say the Eyes are the window to the Soul A tinted window, perhaps. The one that keeps us apart. Your hands on the window, mine on yours. The glass reflects your smile. I exhale and watch as they come take you away. The essence of me Caught on the window A trail of condensation, slowly fading. Tell next week my friend.