I think of you in the in-between spaces of worn books and wrinkled newspapers
and tired words,
in the pause before my heart beats in the total silence of a crowded room filled with
light and air and space,
in the softened clench of my chest as I hold onto breath before I exhale,
in the flash of darkness when weary eyes close for a split second before light
floods back in,
in the moment between sleep and awake when the room turns grey and solid
lines blur together,
in between the neon green dashes that light up the dark room and change shape
to change the time,
in the swell of confidence washing over me as I say goodnight to a section of the sky
I pray holds your gaze as it holds mine.
And perhaps, one ordinary day, when I can no longer bear to think or pause
or breathe or feel
our lives will occupy one space and I will no longer have to think of you.


About returntoneverland

All around procrastinator, screw-up extraordinaire.
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