The spaces between

I am the spaces between

breaths

stolen moments
your hand caressing

my cheek as you walk away.
I live for your touches.

Brush of your finger as you hand me dinner.
The minutes are silent.

Meaningless.

Without your glance.

I live between moments.
Between your breath and mine.

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