Secrets of a Wall

The wall stares silently at me and I back at it. I wonder how many it has seen. How many times it has stood watching the lives of strangers. They Come and go never becoming atatched to it. How lonely it must feel at times to know that everyone it Comes in touch with will eventually leave and find another. The stains freckling its surface tell me that it has secrets of its own. Like scars left behind by the carelessness of others. Yet I keep them there, to remind myself that those who are no longer with me, will still leave marks in my heart.