the trapping glass

I smiled

and he threw me a courteous reply;

but it was 

as honest as the most infamous lie.

I reached to him

trying to feel his sorrows within;

but my fingers

only strike coldness and a numb glass.

He smiled

but it didn't seem to touch his eyes;

the arc hung there

like a crescent moon in a black sky.

There is a wall

that separates reality and what I do;

the saddest thing was

the truth is trapped in there and I did it.