The Wall

A poem

There is a wall between us

There has always been.

I can see through the wall

You never could.

That keeps me safe.

Behind my wall, where I am safe,

I watch

And I listen.

Nothing can harm you

Not while I am here

Not while im around.

I sleep beside the wall,

Because you are safe inside.

That was the promise.

One day,

I realized I was very cold

Cold and alone.

Because you could not see me,

You couldn't see me go.

In the world, away from my wall

I only became more cold

And more alone.

The wall wasn't ever

What was breaking me.

One day, a little bird said,

She is still there, you know,

Your angel,

On the other side of the wall.

So, I returned.

To punish myself for leaving,

I cut a window through the wall.

You can see me now,

but no more than I allow

A little bird flys

through the window in the wall

Delivering messages of flowers and words.

Love doesn't mean there are no walls

But it does mean there is —

Always.