The Wall

Together but apart

We travel together , but apart your distance from me is braking my heart. Our seats are side by side yet as you sit down you build  wall  behind which hide.

We move along together but in our separate ways in silence we start and end our days . I set the table with cloth and crockery put down the food which we eat ,nothing to say? It is all a mockery.

We are busy  avoiding the truth, all the time.  You with your work and I with mine . When did this all happen  were did our love go. Now there is a huge void between us it is physical I cannot get through it 0r round it, I have tried, you must know.

We disembark together collect our luggage and the car  then continue the journey , I read as you drive the car. I reach out to touch you I see that flinch am I that awful that simple contact  makes you wince ? We look at the scenery and discuss the flight we talk but we do not communicate , there is no reaching each other, now that is not right.

We book in jointly and walk up the stairs I draw in the scenery. You pour us a drink we chink glasses, cheers! I need you to see me, I need to see you. We must work together, you know that is true. Brick by brick the wall has to go  but I need your help .You already know.

We walk through the field inches apart but miles of ice caverns separate our hearts. Sitting on the pier surrounded by sea I can’t scale the emptiness can you come to me?


sun set magic

We enjoy the sun set and say how gold are it’s last rays , we are good at that, joining to give away praise. I look at you and you avert your eyes I known you are not with me but with her, another part of me dies.

We need to be honest and work this all out we still have a chance to turn this about. Our paths may be different and take us apart  but we need to discover what is left in our hearts. It may mean we no longer present this united front. Let take up sledge hammers and smash this wall , lets be blunt. We are not living in this relationship its true , and it is not enough for either of us to continue as we do.

We need to be honest we need to talk , it scares the hell out of me and I know you’d rather just walk. We could face the facts and work out what to do I have said my piece now it is up to you!

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. penpusherpen
    Oct 01, 2011 @ 15:29:29

    So true, “now It’s up to you” ….This Poem is so honest and says it all… Always sad to be separated by an invisible wall, Willow. when a few well chosen words would easily break it down by finding the weak spot, I always feel that first words hold many people back but once started who knows where it could lead?… I was in this position a few years back, and for the life of me couldn’t get a response, it was so hard to build up the nerve to say my piece to then have any hopes of sorting things out just fade away..
    “I touch your hand, you move it away” is a line I have in my head at the mo’ … maybe a poem is brewing… 😀 xPenx


  2. willowdot21
    Oct 01, 2011 @ 15:43:00

    Hello Pen thank you for your words. This is a situation most of us endure. It crushes us but we just endure. I have been there too, like you. As you say the words are slow at first then the flood gates open… “if you can find the key.” That was to be the name of this work but it came out differently. In my life I still have not found the right key, I have found some that bleed the flood. I like the idea that you now have the stirring of a poem I would like to think I may have stirred you that way? ( please don’t think I am being big headed) I love your line “I touch your hand, you move it away” her is another to go with it . “I touch your hand, you move it away” .. My eyes beg but you want to postpone for another day.” Just a thought may be at some time it might be fun to write a poem together a line about line or even involve more people …. just a silly Idea. :o)


    • penpusherpen
      Oct 02, 2011 @ 09:24:00

      I touch your hand, so quickly you move it away,
      My eyes beg, you choose postponement today
      The silent wall is bitter cold, so hard to breach ….

      HI Willow, hope you don’t mind me changing things a bit… and it certainly had my brain cells working this sunny Sunday morning. I’ve never tried to combine with another poet… so we could just try for a while and see what emerges.. 😀
      Pen xx


      • willowdot21
        Oct 02, 2011 @ 10:34:14

        I touch your hand, so quickly you move it away,
        My eyes beg, you choose postponement today
        The silent wall is bitter cold, so hard to breach ….
        invisible and wide. Though I try you are out of reach.

        Yes Pen it is something I have never done before mind you I have only been writing poetry for three months.I think it is an excellent idea have fun this sunny Sunday willow xx

  3. Vampire Weather
    Oct 02, 2011 @ 04:40:33

    When I read the first paragraph it really spoke to me. I think perhaps I am guilty of this, and I felt like you were speaking to me, but from the eyes of someone else I love. It made me think more of my reactions and attention. I think I am going to go speak with them right now actually…thank you


  4. fallenelegy
    Oct 04, 2011 @ 02:13:38

    beautiful writing as ever. the only way to smash that imaginary wall is to truly understand each other. it is not too difficult if love is there to guide. just a little openness and appreciation can do magic.


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