parole denied

3:03 AM - parole denied
Category: Writing and Poetry

it's like the way you tapped the glass and pointed at me
and your hand looked like i always remembered
always something about your hands
and somehow you touched me
more than you had before
i mean, there had always been some wall up...
my fault, i know,
but this glass
so real
so permanent
and talking on a phone
more face to face
than ever before
so nothing would ever be the same
and it was just too late
it was just too late