The Walls

The walls grow higher
Than the imagination
As we move farther
I don’t know how much
But, farther away
Some silken dreams
Slip out of my hands

Hands, greased with
The distance we created

Distance…
Not meant to be
Still built

By the egos
And super egos
Of two conflicting
Souls….

Never meant to be One…

The walls grow higher
Than the imagination
As we put in the bricks
Of nonconformity
Were we ever confirm

What we were meant
To be each others
Or just
For a show
It happened

The love
The marriage?