See through me

She stands 

behind a pane 

of broken glass.

Yet, to her,

the window 

is crystal clear.

I stand 

juxtaposed to her,

smiling, waving.

I take a step

she stops me.

"You can't,

it's glass."

I reply.

"But you 

can hear me."

She shakes her head.

You're not allowed.

So I sit down,

Pushing shards away.

Wrapping my hands

in my shirt.

She opens up,

I hear the saddest,

the sweetest,

the loneliest stories.

She's alone.

No one approaches.

Not even a brush of skin.

"I'm here for you!"

I say. I run to her.

"No!" She says. 

"You can't cross."