Crumbling

I pass it by and cry

To see the bricks

Where the cement

Has dried to dust

The world we told

Ourselves we’d build

Hand in hand

Is waiting in silence

For us to return

But how,

I’m lost

In a maze inside

My mind.

I hear your voice

But the walls revolve

And world we were

To build crumbles

From the echo

Of us walking

Without the other’s

Touch

(C) frankie mcgivney