I told you my thing is companionship…
you know, talking, laughing, sharing…
It’s hard to do that with Walls, they just stand there;
stoic, non–responsive, stark and rather grim.
My voice rattles off the walls, not into your brain,
no feedback; no interest. Nothing!
My laughter simply echoes back;
more tinsel with embarrassing holes…
There is no sharing.
Walls need nothing, want nothing. They just stand there.
Self-sufficient, non-feeling, doing their jobs –
holding up the ceiling.
I wonder if the ceiling is their god or heaven sometimes…
maybe I should be happy just holding up heaven…..?
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