Wall

Walls tower all over, surrounding and protecting that of an innocent heart.

The air grows dense between us. It’s difficult to breathe.

Of conversations, of silence.

Of missed opportunities, of the invisible wall,

that separates the chairs between us.

Maybe if you tried to reach over,

into the bubble,

it will burst.

Because the wall of thorns and vines is not as strong

as you thought.

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