Little Lines Poem by Rae Carroll

Little lines
Marked by big boisterous signs
Keeping everything neat, no leaks
No touch, no contact
For a love needs that
To grow
But who would know
Living inside their lines
Everywhere, endless mimes
Too out of it to look or care
To step outside, to try and dare
To trust each other, not even one
The love in these lines equals none
No love from mother to son
The silence here is loud and clear
Even though you are so close, so near
But the lines separate us
Not a lot, but enough
There is no love inside our lines
None of yours, not even mine
And so we stay
Until the day
When one comes out and yells “it’s okay”
But even then
I wonder when
If we wouldn’t stay sitting down
Now and forever, silent clowns