paper thin Walls

You can hear the broken writer within the broken lines of this poem. Great writing.

autumnlights

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
anyway
you aren’t the only one grieving

so why

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