Two Holograms Poem by Danielle Mari Nidea

Sometimes I catch his gaze
Sometimes we become collinear
But never has doubt left my mind.

For it could be the window which he stares at
With those wonderful eyes wandering
Wondering

The same way I wander
Wonder
How each of us can make our holograms real.

And everyday, like looking into a mirror,
He looks at her as if she was his hologram.

Except that she isn't a hologram.

She is as real as ever, and he had all the power
To touch her
To kiss her
To love her

While I
I saw him as a hologram.

No
He is a hologram.

For no matter how hard I try
How hard I pray
How hard I try

I can never touch
Nor kiss
Nor love
What is not flesh.

And both of them are so unaware.