Glass

My heart is telling me what he wants, and I must apologize, for I cannot give it to him. I try to explain the logistics of the matter, but my heart doesn't understand the concepts of time and space. What does that have to do with anything? he asks. I want that. Go get me that.



My mind understands. He knows the limitations of space and time, and he is quick to remind me of the even greater barrier: the damageI have caused. What's done is done, he says, what is broken cannot be fixed. The child is dead, the child shall no longer live. All is gone, and gone forever.



My heart and I, we ache for what we desire, for what we cannot have. We sit together and watch the paradise we lost; the life that lives on the other side of the glass. We've tried to break through the glass, but it has proven to be stronger than iron. The glass, we learned, was born from the hurtful words that were spoken and the malicious acts that were committed. It will forever keep my heart from what he desires the most.



My brain tells me that it is all my fault.



Because of that, my heart will not forgive me.