Bricks

It’s like there is a brick wall between us.  I try to climb, fingers digging into the holes in the bricks.  But all I get is cuts and scrapes.
We climb towards each other, constantly wondering what’s on the other side of the wall.
We have these lives we lead, each on our own side, but always wondering what would happen if we could just meet over the wall.
The curiosity drives us mad.
Our fantasies are like oxygen, seeping into every pore..
We go back to that wall every day, waiting, hoping, trying.
The brick feels rough on my hands, but the distance is rough on my soul.
When will we get over it?

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