A wall of glass

Between the two of us,almost invisible
is a pane of sheer glass.
The idea is it makes us safer,.
It’s a kind of fence.
We can still see each other.yes.
But also I am distracted by some reflections of myself
which dirty this window as badly as mud.
No,it’s worse because mud is easier to recognise.
Reflections can be mistaken for images of the other.
Reflections can confuse,mislead,disconnect.
And you too may mistake your reflection for me.
You may hit out and then the hard glass will hurt you.
I expect you’ll blame me for that,though it’s your own misperception.

If  “things go well.”
If we seem to “get on”.
If you “fall in love” or just  “love” or  “like” me,
You may reach out,but this glass allows only sight not touch.
You may want to smash it in,to break it.
Danger ahead.
Somehow we got connected the wrong way and I feel unsure if we can change that.
Glass,it’s a boon and a bane…..
Like mirrors…
Which tell us we are not invisible
when we want to melt away.
Ah,I saw “myself” in a mirror in a lift.
It was not a me I recognised.My image.My alter ego.
Meet me next time in a meadow in the countryside..
Glass is not so common there,though one can have a shard in the heart
like ice.
Though ice melts.
So look at my reflection in an ice pond and not through glass.
That’s all I wanted to tell you today