You shift, you change,
See right through you, as you do me.
All flaws go unseen, as the flaws stay put.
The cracks deepen, even as it cannot be seen.
A separation from feeling:
The wet rain, warm sun, cold snow.
Left wondering if what I see is real.
What I feel is actually there.
Transparent glass, your trickery, your existence.
An illusion of being.
This transparent glass