Running. As fast as I can.
Straight-line to a point on the horizon.

Tried to simplify a complicated thing, instead we end with pieces to walls that never meet.

Calling. Out to see if I have changed. (Trying to forget and move on but we'll never go anywhere; but it's gone.)

I can hear you now in and around, the silence and the loud, the above ground:

We are the walls between us.