Tear-stained faces shouting
Obscenities flow through the air
Think and dense, seemingly tangible.
Building a wall that
Only tears us down,
Ripping apart all we once had
Bringing with it a finality,
So fragile, as if a breath,
But spreads to overwhelming
Like a fog in the early winter morning.
We both walk away,
Dull anger still pulsing behind our eyes.
Looking around, its all empty
Everything is so empty,
Like a heart beating nothing but air.
We walk away,
Finding nothing.
Nothing but a cycle,
Catch-22.
Love found and broken.
Like the washing machine
Load, wash, dirty. Repeat.