wall

we tear down walls to break through barriers and then i fall onto you on the floor. its an old house, an empty house. so many wooden floors and exposed boards. i am cold and hard until you melt me and then i am just exposed. i remember you — fingertips, lips, eyelashes — so cooly and with no remorse. i wake up and miss you a little more. we break down barriers and then i fall into myself and get lost there. waiting.

• Category: Prose