I tossed countless flowers over the wall
And counted myself brave.
I waited for you, my heart full of hope,
And treasured the few that you gave.
Before the sun rose, I faithfully sat
Counting days with my ear to the stone
Listening for the sound of your feet
To know that I was not alone.
Then one day the silence became too familiar,
The flowers had grown old with time.
Staring up at the wall, I felt so very small
But I decided to climb.
I never looked down as I dug into stone;
My fingers began to bleed.
And when I reached the top, my heart simply dropped
At the sight I’d so dreaded to see:
The roses and lilacs and daisies I’d sent
Lay lifeless in a pile on the ground.
They had never been touched, I could tell this much
And you were nowhere to be found.
Yet all at once, I felt like the fool!
It was not about flowers at all.
For even if you’d sent a thousand more,
You never tried climbing the wall.