parole denied

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
that somehow you touched me
more than you had before.
i mean, there had always been some wall...
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