Wall

I felt
The layering of the bricks
Rising most certainly
Between us
I felt the air chill
And wondered
Were they made of ice?
Chin height
We looked at each other
Over the wall
Hearts apart
Perhaps maybe
One day
Worlds apart
I asked
What material did you build with?
Was it sticks?
Sticks could easily be kicked down
But, no, I knew it was bricks
You said there was no mortar
Give it time
Time perhaps
Will allow it to be pushed over
But it went up far too fast
The rapidity
The solidity
Frightened me
And the chill of that ice
Bid me to turn away
If there was to be a gate
In your haste
It was forgotten
And standing
Outside a wall
I felt the fool
Knocking on a wall
Without a door