space

I am space

But not the useful kind—

Not the kind that holds galaxies,

Nor the kind that partitions words.

I am sent in lieu of that.

I am the space nobody thinks of—

The kind that creeps in threadbare cottages,

the kind that prolongs and rends couples

And yet, with you, I am not.

You make me a space I am happy to be—

The one that teems your gallery,

the one that dots your mind.

The one that’s so habile,

you even make it rhyme.