Crumbling.
I hide behind this wall made of sturdy bricks and past heart broken. This wall is strong and this wall is tall. It has been impenetrable to all that have challenged its strength, until he came knocking. He knocked gently at first but came back every day stronger and stronger with new words and tools to make the wall crumble. I surrendered to those blue eyes and soft lips. We built a tower for two together made of memories and sweet words. But slowly he forgot and wandered from the tower, disappearing into the dark. Now I wait alone at the top of this shaky tower for the boy who weakened me to return.