The Space Between

The Space Between …

space between

The space between where tears fall

On cheeks inspired by arctic sadness

In twisted games we don’t recall

The fights of time have been repressed


How all in life is held in place,

By entities it cannot be.

A novel scale when interlaced,

so delicate to oversee.


Our world supports, like night and day

Like hot and cold to find the thaw

If counterparts would go their way,

Then life and death, would loose their claws


How cold, the ice, to frozen hearts?

How warm a fire within a flame

The space between is worlds apart,

That space between is not the same.


In dearth, my fickle worshipping

The space between dispels its use

With nothing more for us to bring

It’s never full and left reduced


I struggle to understand why…

Why everything needs a safe space

How barriers made are magnified

And the world becomes a distant place


One where you have a different face

I know that something had to change

This space between was to efface

To erase my part, to then derange


Though pain and laughter found their frame,

The missteps in-between remained

Perpetual distance was just a game,

The space between, it had a name


The tides of time were washed ashore,

in the granules of faded sand

The truth a faith we must implore

So everything will go as planned


Continuous, we carry on,

As slow the void is occupied

The space between, near steps upon,

The emptiness now cast aside


How time could tell a different tale

How time can spell a different world

A different pearl behind the veil

A fairy tale to be unfurled


The mirror haunts in many ways

And while I stare incessantly

I’d wished that I could break away,

This neurotic complexity


Into a sense of verity

Where, an open book I’d rehearse

No more my heart for charity,

No more my soul to be coerced


The timbre that my heart should beat,

the lesser miles in-between.

Our love there could not flourish sweet,

though no one said that love was clean


The space between the words we throw

The inner monologue left free

The space will shrink as we will grow

As promises; we’re meant to be


The steps we take to dodge the hurt

The suffering soul from lover’s hands

The way those hands can still subvert

And turn my sanctum into sand


I wish you’d crack the door some more

And see if someone there was home

The space between our doors before,

Is lesser now we’re not alone


But windowpanes remain still closed,

As though the space between is new

Around your body, still enclosed

By glass and rocks you never threw


Though little cracks have shown themselves

And soon that glass will surely break

And on that day you’ll be yourself,

That space between…I’ll have to wait.


You call it waste I call it cure

The time we spend in quiet calm

My thoughts engaged in sweet allure,

just counting sheep in chic aplomb.


Inside your mind I’m combing through,

and weeding out the restive bombs.

That space between attended to

The glass removed from future harm


And to the fates I’ve finally asked

If time and health would still permit

What kind of puzzle we would cast —

If all the broken pieces fit?

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
Paul Neglia

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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

3 thoughts on “The Space Between

  • December 6, 2018 at 5:25 PM

    So thought-provoking Paul, and poignant, as the space between can be read so many different ways. Physical realty, all combinations of atoms in various forms contains mostly space, (the distance between a nucleus and electron so far, relatively. Thus the space between holds many secrets about the truth of our perceived existance. (off point by interesting)
    Beautiful, original phrasing and word craft in this excellent work. Kudos my friend. Cheers!

  • December 21, 2018 at 3:06 AM

    Wonderful poetry again, Paul. There is a space between all of us, and it can be filled with various things. Tony’s comment explained it well. Good job.

  • December 22, 2018 at 7:39 PM

    Nice work Paul, I think Tony and John just about covered it. Enjoyed it..


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