There are cracks in the wall

Some gouge deep

Some are barely there

Just a pencil thin line

Running down

To the floor

I touch my hand to the cool paint

My fingers trace the long divide

Of where my house wants

To split into two

Split forever

I wonder

Did it start small and gradually grow?

I wonder

Did it happen all at once?

I wonder

If anyone else will see?

What they will wonder

Or even if they’ll wonder

Because things fall apart

And each crack that I see

Runs alone