Tenement

Ground floor.

Simple.

Never raised a second.

But raised a daughter.

And maybe a roof or two.

Garden untended.
Too busy.

Or too disinterested.

Random shoots of green.

We grasped.

We watered.

We missed.

Blindfolded

By choice.

Trying.

Peering around the edges.

Masked.

Tripping

On cracks.

Pretending they didn’t exist.

Trying

To Walk Upright.

One step forward

Together.

Three steps back

Apart.

Moving.

Walls crumbling.

In our fingertips.

Pressing.

Pushing back.

Please.

Stay up.

One wall stands.
Tall.
Wide.
Thick.
Amid the ruins.
Directly between us.