Behind the wall
I’m pressed by your deep desire for color
and your indifference for life.
Steam rises from the lines on your face.
Drawing out the love,
I once felt so deeply
inside this place.
I need you,
but from a distance.
I draw hope when you smile in my direction.
Fleeting quickly as the moon falls from the stars
and your hands clinch
to break my heart.
I tremble beneath the pressure,
making your silence feel permanent.
I’m left with a fractured spirit
and the pain of you on your knees.
I mourn this empty space,
and your battle cry
that once freed.
Now we sit,
You at my back,
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