Space Between

It is the edge of a dime,

the space between thoughts.

I deserve nothing

and everything,

the misery I have bought

by an ability to breathe.


I reach and you reach,

this intangible smile,

the flutter of the heart,

the soul,

and the long cold miles

I would walk for you.


It is the sting of a knife,

the space between fair and foul.

I breathe for change,

for love,

and I will never know how

to meld the light and dark,


and the spaces between.