#2139

The letters pile up
alongside bare, aging walls.
Frustrated knocks on your door
remain unanswered.

What can be done
to erase stubborn words,
spoken at the peak of rage?
Tell me this mess can be rewound,
the angry tears wiped away.

Tell me there is a way
to go back to who we were
before we brought out
the resentment in one another.

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