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.