The Spaces in Between

The hardest single time that we fell upon overcame us like a god. Tonight, I will not try to harden truth with reasons, but I turn the pieces over like I need them, and maybe in some way I do. I dare not now return for the roar of memories, or to see how slight a trace we left of our lives. In another time, in another place, you are standing there, above me, my head in your hands, and you know. You live in everything I love and everything I’ll never be. You’re traced in everything I touch. You are the rhythm of my days and the spaces in between. The darkness I defined has not forgotten me, but ever presses closer the bounds of my reach. Tonight, I will not try to harden truth with reasons - a silence says it all; it comes to remind me who I am.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025