Tangible

I got angry with you
When you said I could not
Reach out and touch you.
Even if I were to get cut
Finding out you were
Just shards of glass
I want to know
Exactly what it feels
Like to be fragile
And deadly.
Maybe you're just plain
And fear I will come to know
How ordinary you are
Once the mystery
Has been solved
By my hands.
Perhaps you're not even there.
You're just a thought
Or a rule that must be heeded
So no one will know the truth.
I think you're the last of your kind.
When science comes around
To pick you apart
We will know the truth.
You were never meant to be grasped
And we were never meant to feel
But only reach out
With the belief that you
Are still there
When you come up
On the other side
Of the world.