My boyfriend sits in jail four hours away.
The father of my child.
My future husband.
Sporting a orange jumpsuit.
His day is dictated to him from 0630 until the moment he goes to sleep at night.
I look at him through a glass wall.
I talk to him through a phone whose cord is fraying from years of use, and lack of funding.
I waited in a waiting area for a half an hour before visiting time began.
Sitting amongst women, in similar situations.
We all look different, but our eyes share the same pain.
I handed my liscenses to the woman through a slot.
She is seperated from "us" through a bullet proof window.
She snarled next, after tossing me a key to the locker where I will place my belongings.
I then ride the elevator to the fourth floor, where I get off to speak with my boyfriend for exactly thirty minutes.
At that point a jailor yells "TIMES UP!"
Immediately our time is up.
We quickly blow eachother kisses, and before he walks out the door, he mouths that he loves me.
I look around at the few seats that are filled with others in my same situation.
They look just as normal, as I feel I am.
They're just doing exactly what I am doing...
Living life on the other side.