THE SPACE BETWEEN US

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THE SPACE BETWEEN US

By Barbara Goodjoin

What lies in the space

that separates you and me–

Is it as empty as it seems?

White space between words on a page

Blank spaces like the holes in space

that yearn to be filled with a hand, touch or word.

Yawning space so tiny as to be observed

as needing to be filled by a thought or caress or

anything that will fill the hole left bereft.

I do not care for the space

that separates you and me.

Space that is filled by differences

as deep as the sea.

A space that is so narrow yet so wide.

Space that envelopes

like an unending sky.

I need the space that separates

you from me.

Space in which I can grow

being free to be.

Space in which I can unfurl

my tucked in wings

and strengthen them for

the tests ahead

that I must face on my own.

What lies in the space

that separates you from me?

The space is filled with opportunities

we have yet to see.

Space that is filled with roads

waiting for the signs

That we will leave

When we decide which way to go.

What lies in the space

that separates you from me?

It depends on the moment

It depends on our needs.

Sometimes hope–with a dash of fear

Then there is love for those we hold dear.

There is hate and malice

and murderous ire—

There is patience and lust with wholesome desire.

It is a space full of life

with moments of death.

There is mystery and pain

of youth and of age.

The space is a space

that holds all that is desired.

The space is full

of ashes from past fires.

What lies in the space

that separates you and me?

In one word…

PO S S  I B I L I T I E S