Tin Roof

I sat so long
Alone,
Kept in a box
Yielding all emotions,
But yet,
Never opening the door,
Suppressing that which I desired.
Door locked.
Passage closed.
Four walls surrounding me.

But then you,
You stumbled into my life.
Balancing gently,
Gracefully
Like a cat upon the edge.
Your own, and yet mine.
Boxes alike-
Joined at the seams,
Barely touching
But walls still between.
My wall, your wall
Our wall.
Built strong to keep others,
Even each other,
From crossing,
From touching,
From feeling.

But we have a choice.
To each their own.
Break them.
Smash them.
Demolish that which we created
So long ago
A century,
A second-
Maybe not so far in the past,
But now with hope,
Hope for the future.
Perhaps not ours
together,
But somehow still ours.
A moment
In time spent
Holding,
Breathing,
Taking all that could be given.

You now have that choice,
An option-
One which could change,
Mold,
Rebuild a life,
A heart,
A soul.
Not just one,
But two.
Your choice.
You choose.