That she likely won’t be beside me for years to come, and this because walls have been thrown up between us.
Knowing nothing of ardor, walls are rather erected with hatred and divisiveness.
No one has ever built a wall out of a sense of inclusiveness, constructed a barricade in order to mend fences or crowned either/or in wires barbed with harmony.
We began corresponding in the fall of 2006, just four years after my fifth and final release from prison and a year away from beginning my MFA at a different class of Columbia.