Building Walls
But I miss him…
I’ve built walls now
Robust walls that keep them out
Them being?
Anyone who wants to get close
To know me
Intimately
.
Any regrets?
.
Well, I’ve not been hurt
Emotionally or physically
No punches or gaslighting
But I do sometimes miss
That feeling
The rising heat
That opening up can bring
.
Occasionally, I pine
For the fullness of love
The complex completeness
The we and us
Not just me
The extra at the table
Mr. ‘no plus one’
.
But that open me is dead
Beyond the walls
The sturdy walls
Unbreakable walls
.
But I miss him.
About the Creator
Matthew Batham
My stories have been published in numerous magazines and on websites in both the UK and the US. My novels and short story collection, Terrifying Tales to Read on a Dark Night, are available on Amazon. I also love horror movies.
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