What are we like at our most in between?
Equidistant from your eyes and mine.
Midpoint where our breath mingles invisibly.
What are we like at our most in between?
Every idea of you came to me
through my eyes and my ears and my skin.
But if I go out of my mind will you be there
waiting at the median of our warm bodies?
I haven’t got sense enough in the world
to know where you or I stand.
Distance, direction, the future, the past.
I perceive and I think and imagine.
But what if you aren’t really there?
And what if I’m not really here?
Whoever I am I can’t bear the thought
that would ever make you fiction.
I cling to my faith that you’re always with me
especially when I’m alone.
Believing you’re there gives me reason to be
Be here
be there
and between.
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