There’s a third space
That’s not quite here
Yet not quite there.
It’s a dark place
With no clear light
Other than the fireflies
That hover close listening,
To our quiet whispers
To our quick mumbling
And to the declarations.
There’s a slight drizzle,
But I don’t mind,
Because your voice is
My umbrella
My blanket
My everything.
Close my eyes, listening
To the muffled background,
It makes me think
I’m there with you.
But not quite there –
In a third space,
With you beside me.
I don’t hangup first
Because I want to
Listen for your guard
As it falls away
Some where in that
Third space.
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