Many Of You Already Know

there's a wailing wall at the center of the city

and i'm kneeling at the base

scanning the past exclamations

that have been left all over it.

a wall meant for the graffiti

of the heart.

nobody has ever been silent at the wall

but you.

you and i,

in the same silence again.

forgot how good that could be.

we sat at the top of the structure,

miles above the rest.

ignored their lamentations,

lost in the clouds.

then.

falling.

oh, what a fall

it was indeed from that glory.

and now i'm screaming at the wailing wall.

hoping you can hear me from way up there.

one day i'll realise that you fell too,

and that you're right beside me, screaming at a wall

when you should be screaming at me.