Spaces

The spaces between us
that hold our fears,
our dreams,
our past and our future.
They wax and wane like the moon,
pushing and pulling us,
like two oceans meeting, colliding,
merging.
As we spiral in closer to each other,
the space and all it contains
loses its size,
and grows in its weight.
The invisible strings begin to tighten and glow,
like fireflies before rain,
feeding off the moon.
Closer.
Brighter.
Heavier.

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