One night I woke, and watched you.
Saw the past in your mind, through your eyes.
So still you were, but there were tears in the moonlight.
I don’t know if you built the wall
or someone took you behind it,
but it was a place I could not go.
My hands were rough and bleeding,
and I had no rope, no grappling hook.
When I was almost there, I reached up for you to help me.
And you walked away.
I tried again, until I could no more.
When I passed through the gate
for the last time
and you were there
in the window,
laying more stones.
(*art by jonasjensenart.deviantart.com)