The Strength of a Wall

The Strength of a Wall
We stood looking over the
city in the night,
a city filled with small, twinkling lights
in the far-off, foggy distance.
Our hearts pounded violently
against the wall that held us from falling
ten feet into a withered garden
overgrown with weeds.
We shared sorrow and disappointment.
Conjectures kept us apart.
Our shadow was sprawled on the ground
in front of ourselves, the reflections
of our emotions spread out on the green grass.
I could hear your breath just as easily as
I could hear mine.
There was more breathing than talking.
There was more looking than breathing.
Words were seldom, but deep.
But fair.
Tears fell as our breath dissipated into the air.