You are on the other side of glass. So clear, so fine a piece of glass, yet neither of us can touch the other. We see, we feel, but cannot touch.
I wanted to touch you and ran in such haste that I stumbled face-first, so clumsily...! I hadn't noticed that between us two lay a terribly fine, terribly thin piece of impenetrable glass, keeping us apart from each other ...as if for several ages.
This wall between us... has risen lately, its paint still wet. By whose grace does this wall stand? Yours? Or my faith's?
Only one life, and such a short race! It will end just so... in your indifference, in my waiting.