Vine

There aren't the words to tell you how I feel.
At least, they're not in my possession.
A sense of space that divides my life from yours
Echoes against the walls you try to tear down.
Vines that were verdant and leafy now choke the sun out.
Why do the vines always grow too quickly?
Prune them with care and their fruit will be more plentiful and sweeter