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