If Only.

If only the walls could talk

You would know how I drew on it

How I was proud like DaVinci scribbling with those crayons

How I threw things at it when I got angry

How I tugged at the calendar hung to it counting days for my birthday

How I sang terribly as the sunlight flickered on it, the wind made the curtains dance, gently caressing it

How I spilled from chocolate milks to coffees to wines and almost everything over itbecause I have always been clumsy

How I hit it unconsciously sometimes

How it always stood there and watched

How I leaned over it talking over the phone

How it listened to our conversations and to you, bring chaos in my almost-ordered world

How I banged my head against it when I was laughing too hard over something that you said

How I fell when you left

How I dragged myself against the wall to stand up again.

If only the walls could talk,

It would tell you about all,

From my running to my first walk,

It would scream about my falls.

If only the walls could talk,

It would tell you how I’ve grown,

If only the walls could talk,

I would never feel alone.

If only the walls could talk.

If only the walls could talk.