Cell Block "A"

Cell Block "A"

Something keeps me

Something keeps me here.

Something keeps me

Something keeps me from you.

Is it iron bars or a thousand miles?

They feel the same.

Just a voice on the telephone.

Plexiglas between us.

"I love you too."

I can picture you.

Can you see me?

We send each other photos, not selfies,

But of real places, people.

I tack mine to the concrete wall.

So close we can almost touch.

Or am I in this prison alone?

March 11, 2016