A Space Between

astimerunsoutthereissomuchtosay

beforeirunoutofbreath

andbeforeirunoutoftime

 

likehowmuchyoumeantome

howiwouldgiveeverythingforanothersecond

buthowtheclockticksfastertogether

 

likehowwhenimwithyou

thedarkestandsmallestpartsofmylife

becomeluminescentandilluminated

 

likehowaftermovingmyriadtimes

inyourarmsifinallyknow

whatitsliketobehome

 

isayiwantustobegolden

butyousayyouwanttostayblue

illbethesunandyoullbethesky

 

yougavemefourteenthousandthings

tobehappyabout

andstillyouretheonlyoneineed

 

andmaybeitsallafantasy

andsoonitwillallend

letsenjoyitwhilewecan

 

I’m sorry if this is hard to understand

But how can I express all I need to

Before we run out of time

and before we run out of

breath?

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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