If Only

You think of him and hope he thinks of you.

You smile at him and hope he smiles at you.

You see him and hope he sees you. 

You're together, walking, holding hands. You gaze at him, looking at the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his whole face lights up when he's feeling light and happy. He looks down at you and his disarming lip corners curve. He whispers something to you and you laugh. You hold on to his arm, and he holds you close, close to his heart. You smile while in the comfort of his arms. You close your eyes and you sigh. There is nowhere else you'd rather be in the world. 

But you're not. You're not in the safety of his embrace, hearing his heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his lips on yours. You're behind that impenetrable glass, your fingertips grazing the cold, cold surface. You want to shout, to pound your fist on the barrier that separates you from him. You slide bonelessly on the floor. And you rock to and fro, your arms going around your body, giving you the comfort you badly need from him. You could pray to all the gods but he's all that you need to listen.

You think of him and hope he thinks of you.

You smile at him and hope he smiles at you.

You see him and hope he sees you.