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,
There are warm memories to fill,
The spaces in between.