The Quiet Architect

I am a quiet architect //

Only when the clock strikes half past eleven //

I swiftly execute my shy plans in place to rebuild the chaos from

the aftermath that echoed from your lips//

Slowly, retreating to my safe haven you so rarely seek passage to //

You wonder why the walls are built stronger each visit //

Shutting out your vengeful whispers, in hopes one day it’ll be too thick even for one of your ill-tempered hand grenade to knock it down //