This Wall Between Us

This Wall Between Us

This wall between us

made of brick and steel, time and space.

I can almost see it

hanging there, clearer than glass,

stronger than heaven.

This wall between us

should I describe it more?

How it feels, hard and rough.

My fingers touching, feeling

for a door, a way out.

This wall between us.

I know you’re on the other side.

At night I can hear you breathing.

During the day I can see you pacing,

talking, yelling, crying,

vainly trying to reach me.

This wall between us,

how many years has it been here?

I sit by myself in the corner

in this prison of mine,

that we are both locked in,

that neither can escape,

that defines, that describes

this wall between us.

5/28/05

© 2006 Anne Westlund

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