The huff came silently.
Without discernment it blew down our partitions.
“We’ve stable walls” …I’d run my fingers along the plaster.
“Fortified”…I had thought.
It was a beautiful home, comforting and deceiving.
I once believed it to be impenetrable, but here I stand where it once stood.
I can’t remember its color or its shape now…
Did it have many windows?
I can’t remember its warmth; I can only remember how exposed it’d left me when it crumbled.
The absence bids me to my knees, and with trembling fingers, I begin again.
I’ve many unsuccessful attempts.
I cannot seem to build an impenetrable home with my fallible hands.
I’ll take these dusted fingers,
Clasp them into a roof high above my head,
And posture until you come back.
You see, I’m still here…
I never let your malice in.
I will not crouch in ruin.
“Not by the hair on my chinny chin, chin!”