Modern Day Berlin Wall
by Jacob Kechichian
I liked walls. I liked my walls
high, intimidating, and unbreakable.
No one entered my walls and no one got out.
Futility was my middle name.
One curious evening, I let them fall.
They crumbled under the curves of her hips and the accents of her eyes.
I watched in awe while she brought them down
With the patience of a nun and the kindness of an angel.
But her stay was temporary
and my luck had ran out.
She left as she came;
with a golden heart and a caring smile,
Taking a piece of the rubble with her as a souvenir.
A modern day Berlin Wall; forever left in ruin.