The Gaps

I hear the gaps between your sentences.

The breaths you take between your words.

I see you building your tall wood fences.

The nails you bend pounding in the boards.

 

The memories formed between grinding teeth.

The cracked plaster wall crumbling still

You snuck inside like a stealthy theif

The normalcy you sought to kill

 

A youthful push to bring it in

The quiet sigh we all could hear

Patience stretched faint and thin

The parched land awaits your tear

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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