There's a special kind of pain which comes with realizing you're losing someone. The low sting with the first change of tone. The subtle dismissal. And you'll tell yourself that it's nothing. You'll blame your own vigilant nature. But you'll know. You always know.
And one day, there will lay the first brick. It will be small. Unassuming. Easy to step over, or to ignore, but it will be there. And then will lay another. And another. And another. Until the bricks make the wall, and it will grow taller, obstructing more and more every day. And it becomes tiring, your feet ache from rising on their toes, your voice hurts from yelling louder and louder because they can't hear you.
One day, it'll stop. You'll stop. You will sit, quietly along the side of the wall you built together. And in the silence you will wonder if they are still there.
AE Greene
02.18.2024
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Greener | A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems and pieces for when you are waiting for the world to be green again. TW: Mental Illness, Death, SA
