Don’t you know that I love you. I wish I could show it. I wish my voice didn’t fall flat. It’s hard for you to hear over my walls. I need you to know that I love you, even if you struggle to believe that.

Please don’t go. I can see in your eyes that you feel alone, but I’m right here, even if you don’t count that so. I wish I could prove to you that my heart is full. You are sitting still, but your mind has left. Tonight we were supposed to celebrate. I even brought us cake. I painted the walls yellow today, but I can change the colour if you don’t like it that way?

Can’t you come home. I know where you’ve gone. You stand still and all alone. I would call out to you, but is that of use? Your eyes reflect the river’s bay. I can tell you’re drowning; the salt water is coming down your face. When you speak, there is saltiness in your voice, a harsh cold. I know you don’t mean it to be so.

I want to break through, I want to be with you. I want to be sincere. I want to be there. My mind reels when I think of you. I can feel my heart in my mouth, beating in my ears. We spent so much time close, yet so far away.

Why can’t my words bring you home?

I wish you’d hear me over my walls so tall.

It feels like I’m screaming, but you say my face is still the same stone cold.

You say that you wish I could just open up to you, but there is no door.

The wall’s paint looks worn and drab. You lean your soaked self against it. I wish I could comfort you, that I could push through. Though, in the end, what has a wish gotten anyone besides being stuck with false hope of change? I don’t want to live that way.

The wall is too thick to break down with a kick, too high to expect you or me to climb. The bricks are held together with paste, yet it’s been laid out to waste. The erosion from the ocean spilling from your head caused the bricks to loosen their bonds. I pushed and shook till I found a weak link. In person, I sat by your side, hand on your shoulder. In my heart, I used all my might to push the brick to make a hole big enough to let us get just a glimpse of the other. 

You took notice. In person, you placed your head on my shoulder and held me close. In my heart, you found my efforts and with wet hands, you pulled on the other side. Through the hole we saw each other weak, but it was the first time either of us could breathe. A window of hope that we can start with, that we could reach through.