Spaces
I see you in the spaces.
The spaces between the trees,
Where the sun fades slowly
And each branch overlaps
With the next.
A swaying jigsaw puzzle,
Effortlessly and endlessly
Changing.
I see you in the spaces
Between strangers on the street,
Giving me a soft smile,
As their eyes meet mine
Very briefly
and they continue on their path.
Unknowingly
Making my heart ache
As I search for your face among them.
I see you in the spaces.
In between my fingers.
When I'm eating dinner,
Or singing in the shower,
And every time something is too high
And I can't reach.
I reach out every night,
Searching for your hands,
To close the distance between us.
And all I find is space.
I see you in the spaces
Of every poem I write.
In every languid lilting lyric,
You're there, hidden amongst the
Commas and the imagery.
I write for you,
Every night.
In hopes that soon,
There will be no more spaces
In this journal
To fill.
I see you in the spaces,
As your fingers interlace with mine,
It's then that I know,
You've been here the whole time.