walls

walls

the first time was the worst

she turned her shoulder to him

too tired from being too busy

a brick

he learned brick by brick

not to offer his hand in affection

turning longing to asking to begging

if she in anger had thrown real bricks

leaving him battered and bloodied on the floor

his heart would have survived that din of fury

but not indifference stacked against his desire

not the absence of him in all the flurry of her

everything and anything else except next to him

brick upon brick upon brick

and both then over time fell to masonry

building their separate walls of business

walls so tall and wide they found themselves

all alone each in a world of her and his creation

walls of business

rooms of loneliness

lives of resentment

brick by brick by brick

mortaring off the only thing that matters

their warm intimacy offered one to one

shared freely and often saying wordlessly

you are and i am and thus we shall always be