The wall

Do you even think about me?
Do I matter to you at all?
Or am I just a broken memory
On the other side of the wall?
A wall which is nothing to me
A wall which I always look past
A wall which takes the hope of others
A wall that seems so vast
And yet it seems so paper thin
So tiny, weak and dead
So how does this futile barricade
Trap loved ones in their heads?