Your face is a mirror

A mask of grief

Reflecting the feelings of the room

And concealing your own behind a smooth wall of cold mercury


We stand divided

Separated by a cold sheet of glass

Able to see the other's point of view

See the angry words that are mouthed

Flung out against the glass cage

To explode in a miniature salvo of emotion

Leaving not a trace

But helpless to hear their voice

Prevented from reaching out

Bridging the gap


Our relationship is cracking

Sharp shards of anger cutting each other's pride

We wield our weapons and go into fight

The glass words are broken

We regroup from the charge

Licking our wounds

And rally again to do battle once more

With our glass swords