The Space Between

The 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?