The Wall

There is a wall of ice between us. I see a frosty glimmer of you, A semblance of the face of many years ago. It has thickened year by year. Come sun or rain or a hail of fire it will not thaw. On my side ive grown into a man yet inside im still a child. On yours you count your days and wrinkles. We both refuse to chisel at our stone walled hearts. Yet i know beneath our weathered skin my child yearns for a father who in turn longs for his son. Before our days are done i hope we bore a man shaped hole in this cold and dark divide. As in yours there is a hole in my cold heart which only you and I can fill