is
crashing down.
High
walls tumble and fall,
and
while I’m crushed
under
the weight,
you
try and place
scattered
pieces back
together
like a puzzle
reaching
to the sky.
But
it’s no use.
Its
destruction,
its
demise,
is
done.
The
fallen stones,
cracked
and broken,
crumble
apart and
turn
to dust at our
feet,
blowing away
in
the wind and
escaping
our
fine
fingertips.
As
we turn our
faces
from the
ground
and stare
into
each other’s eyes,
the
truth becomes real:
there’s
no way back
to
our polished, perfect
house
of dreams.
So
where shall we
go
from here?
No comments:
Post a Comment