What exists in the space between us? What castles do we build with the words we speak, and what shadows do we cast with the ones we leave? When we’ve thoroughly soiled the clothes we wore, what taints the water once they’ve been wrought? What does our sweat smell of when we concoct?
When all we keep is the glance of a face, the days wear away what’s left for us to take. I live for you and you breathe for me, but what’s for us that the world dare not speak?
Turn around-- what is it you seek? The silhouette grows fainter as it retreats. Grasp it if you hold dear what’s in your reach, blow a whisper into the wind--
and surrender your love to what’s in between.













