Whats it going to be then, eh?

almost Two Years ago now
our Wall started to fall into ruin
So i repainted it, kept it new
Again
and Again,
A task you should have been doing.
You’d turn a blind eye to the old and decrepit frame
Preferring to work on more attractive but unstable Structures
But i forgave the regular, tedious chore
And forgave your unwitting self concern.

Until one day
Storm clouds shadowed the Wall
And once the sun knit the sky
the Wall was no longer standing
Torn down not by the squall
But by you,
the Wreckage a shadow of what we built
what you shunned
and what i kept alive
So then I too turned a blind eye.

Much later now,
Left untouched for so long, regretfully avoided
the Wreckage still remains
becoming an integral part of me
A reminder of everything we had
and everything that won’t be
One day I will destroy It
or rebuild It once more.