if the walls could speak,
would they whisper thoughts of comfort?
would they soothe my sleepless nights with lullabies,
and fix my broken parts with words?

if the walls could speak
would they spill the secrets stored between the ceiling cracks?
the ones screamed out during fights,
with no one but myself.

if the walls could speak,
would they tell me it’s too late?
or would they say it’s too soon?

either way,
the walls cannot speak.
and i’m not sure i’d want to know what they think,
even if they did