The Other Side

Here I am on the other side,

Looking ’cross this vast chasm in your direction,

My view clouded by darkness and dust.

I can’t see your face.

I can’t see whether you’re looking back at me

Or looking away, your back to my face.

And when you look this way,

I can’t tell whether you are pleased or disgusted,

Or whether you are indifferent.

Here I am standing alone

On the other side of this vast chasm

While you, for all I can see, are surrounded by a sea of joys

And maybe even bountiful reservoirs of slender fish.

Here I am alone and sinking in my own sea

While you – and this I was able to glimpse –

Are blazing heartily through and above the waters,

Without a thought of worry or doubt.

Here I am, watching your tracks

Which seem to push me away,

And I wonder whether you’re trying to

Or are merely compelled to.

And I wonder whether your side still has a heart for me

Or whether I am a pest in your eyes.

Yet here I am, still waiting.

Waiting for the day you might turn around and look at me

Waiting for the day when you might break through the gorge

And touch me.

Waiting for that promise that it seems may never come.