I put my hand on it
it was cold at first
then warm
from my own palm
nothing came back through
you can see texture if you look close enough
small ridges where time pressed harder
small hollows where time let go
the surface remembers everything
but it's not telling me
I lean closer
I can almost feel the other side
but the surface is still the surface
and I am still on this side of it
and nothing changes
and nothing changes
on the surface
on the surface
on the surface
I press but I can't go through
I've been tracing the same line for years
the surface hasn't changed
but I have
my fingerprint is wearing into it now
a faint groove where my thumb goes back and forth
the surface is learning my shape
the surface doesn't even know it
I remember what was on the other side
or I think I do
the light was different over there
the air was different
or maybe that was never the other side
maybe I was always here
pressing
on the surface
on the surface
on the surface
I press but I can't go through
sometimes when the light is low
I catch my own face reflected
and I don't know which side I'm on anymore
maybe I'm the one behind the glass
and someone else is pressing
someone else is pressing from this side
waiting to go through
the surface doesn't know
the surface just divides
that's all a surface ever does
I'm still pressing
I'm still pressing
I'm still pressing