A glass wall stands between their hands,
Fingers reach, but love withstands.
Through the clear, they see each face,
Yet fate has found no saving grace.

On the glass, the words are drawn—
Genotype, family, battles won.
Death, distance, shadows cast,
Whispers of a love that couldn’t last.

Their eyes speak what lips can’t say,
Right heart, wrong time, led astray.
So close they feel the warmth they share,
But life has written stories there.

A bond unbroken, yet confined,
By moments missed, and ties unkind.
Love, untouched, in silent plight,
The right person, out of time’s sight.