Saturday, January 14, 2017

Between Us

As we sit on our daily couch
There is no space, only love
Between us.

Our hands reach across the empty seat
Our fingers mingle, weave as they meet
The empty space that sits alone
Was not always empty, as if a hole

                    Between us,
Our cherished children once squeezed the space
Huddled in a warm embrace
Cuddled and connected our warm bodies
Inserted their innocence as we sat cozy.

First one flew out from her nest
There was then our next best
Warm and fuzzy Jazz warmed the seat
Connected our every heart beat

And now that he is no more
All we have left is folklore

                  Between us

An empty seat no one to dote
Only the multitudes of TV remotes
Across the mountains of devices
I feel your breath and hear your heart pulsate.

Between us
there is no space, only love and heartbeat
as our hands reach across the empty seat.


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