It was not built in a day
this wall between us
it was slow to rise
This nagging doubt, began as a seed
begat the suspicion that grew into
conviction.
A pebble in a shoe? - Perhaps
But a few stones can start an avalanche
and both of us could feel the rumble
before the damage actually arrived
Scraps of paper - a number without a name
Snippets of conversation-hushed laughter
eyes averted
What is it?
I answered thus:
nothing
Nothing: the most incriminating of words
Because anything innocent would be something, while something guilty must be hidden.
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