distance

in the harmonies between
her calloused fingers and
steel strings

in the silences between
pinprick stars, dark lines and
shadowed trees

in the ease between
a hot oven, tired back and
familiar comfort

in the spaces between
where you are, where I am
shifting baselines

thinking of you.

Don't Mind Me

Trees respire
slowly, carefully
            I try to mimic their rhythms
Starting as they pause
precisely, purposefully
            breathing in the spaces between.

I can feel you sighing too
                In the spaces between neck and collarbone.

Oceans breathing
promptly, deeply
            I try to mimic their steadiness
Goading myself to fall
absolutely, confidently
            In the spaces between inhale and exhale.

I can feel us living
                  In the spaces between connected and separated.