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