The In Between

There’s the space in between,

Between seeing you and not seeing you,

Between touching and not touching,

That can cause a heart to pause.

I don’t look forward to these spaces,

Between good and bad, Between light and dark,

They haunt me in the wee hours,

And carry me off.

If there were a wand,

I would surely wave it,

To speed up the time of the spaces in between.

If there were a way to speed up the moon,

Or the sun,

Or the wind,

Or the sea,

Or the flame,

I would do it.

If only there were a way,

There may be,

There may not,

Either way,

There are warm memories to fill,

The spaces in between.