"You", a poem
EDIT: I edited it a few days later. A bit inelegant for a forum but I didn't want to delete it. :) <3
My room has four walls, one door, a window with black tape over it. Stains on my bed are proof of time passing. A few times a day, the door handle moves.
Behind my wall, the sun is shining brightly. The light is just a few centimeters away, yet its warmth is a distant memory that I can barely remember, the thin threads of light that penetrate the cracks a beautiful whisper of distance and life.
And there you are.
Behind my wall, there you are. Where, I do not know. I have never met you. I have never touched you, never felt you and never called you. And yet, I know you, and you know me.
I look at this wall. It is big and silent. I know it well. The mystery behind it is a magnificent story with endless potential, love, and heartbreak.
I look at the wall, and I look with you. It's your old companion, your iron bars, and your shield. It is part of your prison and refuge.
Your wall is my wall. Your bed is my bed. We do not share the same body, but we share the same door. We do not share the same memory, but we share the same dream.
I look at the wall, and I look at you. Our eyes meet.
And we may too.