Common Fears

The cold air blew outside the house,
inside we shared solitude and distance.
You sat in one corner on the chair I gave you, 
while bricks and stones between us
enhanced the reality of our isolation.

All the facts and reasonable thoughts
hung in the air; heavenly eternal.
All that we screamed at each other
now whispered, continuously, inside our mind: 
reasons, facts, doubts and lies
fused together inseparably.

As real as the cold air outside
we threw words around unconcerned, 
anguishing only to diminish the anger, 
and as sure as if it should have been: 
we, who once were unbreakable,
had already made reality
out of all the fears,
we ironically shared all those years.