You can hear the broken writer within the broken lines of this poem. Great writing.
it’s pins and needles around you.
the new walls are so thin – I hate them –
but through them I hear what you don’t say
the eggshells between us grow – I don’t know – when we stopped trying ; one step forward, two steps back.
I reach for you but falter – tripped the circuit – eventually withdrawing altogether – blown the fuse –
the lights were flickering
you aren’t the only one grieving