Walls

Here is one for a dear friend of mine who I can hardly call friend any more because of the walls that have been built between us.

Walls

There is a wall between you and me

As real as any I have ever seen

There is a door but I have no key

I know it was not built to be mean

We planned our wall with good intent

Both working hard to keep what we had

You placed the bricks and I the cement

It was not meant to make us sad

Now even when we stand together

We see each other through clouded glass

Though oft we speak to each other

Its as good as the wind in the grass

It feels awkward, strange, and even wrong

To be open, friendly, and kind

To such a stranger for very long

When its easier to just act blind

Because strangers we are to each other

Unable to express our thoughts

All our feelings we try to smother

As our lives are tangled in knots

I know no reason why you would try

To break the wall that stands between us

All I know is how I want to cry

At how the world is so unjust

I put my desire on the block

I told you all and asked for nothing

So that we could still just talk

That despite it all we'd keep something

But you ran and we built this wall

Are you sure it is what you want?