Bricks is what I thought it was,
unbreakable,
put up piece by piece, taking our time,
being careful or so I thought.
It was made of our love, our laughter,
and most importantly,
our trust.
So I thought.
It held us from the rest of the world,
it held us together, kept us good.
But it was not brick, it was glass.
I discovered this because with just a few words,
you shattered it into a million shreds.
It will take longer the second time around.
My half will be held close,
not that I quite want it too,
it just will.
Even if that was not true, it will be a slow process,
a million shreds take an awful long time to put back together.
One day the wall be complete again.
I know that.
At least I hope so.