Two Inches of Glass

As angels descend into the ordinary cracks of the earth
I stare outside my window, bitterly watching the angels fall
As the rain taps against the window pane, I feel my heart…
It feels like a cold stone against the warm surface of the hearth
My heart cries for that same freedom

I groan with disgust as another heavenly face passes the two inches of impenetrable glass… separate us.
A pair of winged angels pass me now…
They seem so familiar but distant
Suddenly they dissolve into the ground and I am left with nothing
A young couple walks by my window, the thousands angels evaporate into the mists of imagination

I look inquisitively at the pair
Unconsciously I am taking notes in my heavy head.
Subconsciously, I am asking questions
Consciously, I draw my own conclusions

He is proud of his catch, she is overjoyed at her find
Although they are happy, it will never last
She is an object in his lustful eyes
Nothing more

I know why he is with her

She is disgruntled because she knows this, but loves him anyway
Why?
With all my might I can not find the answer
Although the answer is right in front of my nose… two inches of glass away…

The ridiculous pair are out of my sight
Good riddance enigma of darkness!
I sourly sip at a cup of water
The observer is truly damned to a life of solitude

Now I watch the angels descend again,
In their foggy white dresses, their wings folded in white angelic postures
One stops by my window and presses her hand against the pain
I press my hand against the glass in vain

I hate this two inch glass