The walls came crashing down
too weak to endure the wind, rain, and thunder
the walls tumbled apart
crumbling into a heaping pile that we called a relationship
a desolate ruin
with a small light that endured through the wreckage
tears fall as we watched what we spent so long building
tear apart
you try to rebuild what you had
with someone new
what you fail to see
you can't rebuild on quicksand
squelching the only light left
it will stand steady for some time
but the rain always pours again
the thunder has not ended
the wind will press harder
and the sand will pull you farther
until all that you've built
is a destroyed reminder
of what had been
forever covered by your selfish desires
unburry my light
and maybe in fate your grass will grow
until you find out for yourself
you'll never know
remain in your makeshift home
only in time will its true colors show