My faith wavers;
This world of two has been inflated.
Eyes that seem now to never
Have rested on me.
My hand on – not you –
The wall, the wall that I had built,
That you had crumbled with your voice.
Has ever something been rebuilt so easily?
Just as it was, yet perhaps, stronger than before.
I clench my fist and wrench my heart.
Charges on bridges and finger on trigger.
What else can I do?