Final - April 6

Two sides of glass
but who knows who's
inside or out who swims
and who observes.
Who knows who is trapped
and who is free
or which one has the right
illusion about themselves.
We are not strangers
we are two who made things -
love and children
and a mess of everything.
I heard your voice in the stands -
it made me shudder -
but twenty years ago
I waited at Victoria,
heart in mouth for you.
I don't like it to be like this.
At odds,
dreaming your death
even when I'm not asleep.