I can no longer rescue you

if I open the door

I see you there

through all the quiet

far away

to far

Our individuality is only skin-deep

because that's the only part we can see from each other

The veil you wear is harsh
it roughly rubs against my skin 
 when I get too close

I see only more and more horizons
when I am standing too close
to the concrete wall
surrounding 
a you

The blue skies are fragmented. 

Motionless in time
a surface seems to ripple
my eyes blink
it just seems

Without thought things are nothing
with our existence they get a purpose
Our being is there being.  

I hope it also quiet
around the corner

The windows are grey and wet
it's hard to see if it's outside 
the warmth
or inside

I feel something
but the water droplets slide down
and captivate me 

I stand in front of you
and it looks all straight
but it doesn’t feel right

maybe it's just an optical illusion
caused by our shared history

maybe I miss that crooked world
we both thought was right

maybe I see you now
not as before

maybe I just now
stand in front of you

I just learned that the decoration on my window 
 where I look outside
are fancy bars

it came with the house