It was one of those nights when your call to me told of
something that was unspoken in your words.
There was sadness in your voice, and I did not know why.
I heard you cry, yet I could not respond.
The voice was coming from behind the wall and I knew that if I went there to comfort the request, the voice would go away.
Many times I have listened to the tears and have been
unable to reach the one within.
So far way and alone is she who calls for help.
I wonder who she is and how she came to be.
I once had visions of how I could stand before this
impenetrable wall and dismantle its symbol, one piece at a time, but I was wrong.
I can only help, as through the years I have come to
understand that it’s demise can only be from within.
There does not seem to be enough years in my life to
be witness to the end, but here I must stay.
I will labor at its entrance until my time is over, for the love I hold for you in my heart has bound me there for all eternity.
There seems to be some sort of connection, to our
being apart at a time we should not, that beings forth
the voice that cries forth from within.
It reflects your conception of the pain that it brings
to my heart and your understanding of the cause.
There is a strength that you have created, called isolation.
It is your protection from the pain of desertion, that which you have been a victim.
It has turned you cold in the presence of affection and
hardened a heart that is bursting with love.
I hear the voice my darling, but the door in the wall opens from inside.
I am here! Let me in!

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