for my mom
It was not
that I had a magic key.
No wrecking ball.
No crow bar.
No axe.
I suppose
it’s not even
that the walls
between us
were torn down.
It’s just that
one day
I forgot
to build them.
November 9, 2012 by Rosemerry
for my mom
It was not
that I had a magic key.
No wrecking ball.
No crow bar.
No axe.
I suppose
it’s not even
that the walls
between us
were torn down.
It’s just that
one day
I forgot
to build them.
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“…one day I forgot to build [walls between us].”
Sometimes forgetfulness is a blessed thing. Building of walls didn’t get put on your To Do list; it fell off your radar. And how about that, eh?
Love is not demolition, the opening salvo, or so the opening implies.
I like that.