our legs have been decapitated
as soon as we saw each other on the halls
we fret, we tense up, we ignore
without meaning to, without intension.
this wall that had been built
was unplanned, was not meant to
it was built by awkwardness
and shyness that stood
as the hindrance
we never asked for.
shouldn't it be conquered
by the favor of talking?
by the mutualness of our beings?
by the expectations of our souls?
but we are cripples
legs leaving us as we meet
crippled by the longing
of the shared familiarity,
of the proximity we had.
we are cripples,
disabled by the things around us,
by the things we worry about
not moving, fixated on the ground
but wholebeingly hoping, entirely wishing.
