You Touched Me And Every Wall Inside Of Me Crumbled

Drew Wilson
Drew Wilson

In the years after you left, the kingdom
of my heart frosted over
the empires of affection fell to ashes
and your absence twisted into a forest
that thickened through the silence my bloodstream, pines of longing
stretching darkly towards the heavens, rivers of silence
carving oceans through my skin

In the years after you left I fell to ruins and then rebuilt every city
from the ground up,
Towers erected from our ashes of destruction
Planets pooling from the rivers of pain

The years after you left my body became
a reconstruction site, my heart a city
geared up for war


When you touched me, every branch inside of me snapped

Every ocean riled into a tsunami, every fault line broke apart
swallowing sprawling cities into their magnetic core

When you touched me every cannon fired
every door flew open
Every city of self-rejection crumbled
into an unrelenting pile of debris

When you touched me I remembered, in an instant
what existed
before the Big Bang of your absence
swallowed everything

Before the revolution of silence
before my mind won the civil war waged
against my heart, before the droughts arrived
to dry up all of the badlands of my body, before
The all-consuming empire of resilience
conquered the obliterated landmine of affection

You touched me
and every wall inside of me crumbled

every cloud cleared
every planet realigned across the skies

You touched me and the universe
rose back up to meet you where you’d left off
as though history could simply be rewritten
as though the West could be that easily won, as though time itself
had been sucked back up into your energy,

and the goddamned gravitational pull
of your smile. TC mark

Read Heidi Priebe’s new poetry collection, The First New Universe.


This is me letting you go

If there’s one thing we all need to stop doing, it’s waiting around for someone else to show up and change our lives. Just be the person you’ve been waiting for.

At the end of the day, you have two choices in love – one is to accept someone just as they are and the other is to walk away.

We owe it to ourselves to live the greatest life that we’re capable of living, even if that means that we have to be alone for a very long time.

“Everyone could use a book like this at some point in their life.” – Heather

Let go now

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