The Wall



If this wall could talk...

I watched as she placed her
hand on the wall to hang
her artwork once again,
She paused,
for just a moment,
as if to feel the energy
and emotions stored there,
This wall her hands painted
and then hung her artwork,
This wall we made love against
and then hung baby pictures from,
This wall that held her up
when the world became too much,
This wall where she hung school
pictures, certificates, and diplomas,
I asked if the wall spoke to her,
She said yes,
but that she already knew
what it would say.

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