Our words come crashing towards the floor,
Like shattered glass, they break and pour.
In the silence that follows, we stand so still,
As the echoes of our voices slowly chill.

The weight of our words, like a heavy stone,
In the space between us, they're overthrown.
They fall like tears, unspoken pain,
Leaving in their wake a lingering strain.

But let us gather the fragments, piece by piece,
And with gentle hands, let our conflicts cease.
For in understanding, forgiveness may soar,
And we can lift our words from the floor.

With love as the glue to mend the divide,
Our communication can once again thrive.
Let our words now be bridges, not a wall,
So together we'll rise, and never again fall.