Between Heartbeats

We’re in a Negative Space

By Sean A.Published 2 months ago • 1 min read

My phone offers me forgotten memories

Photos of a little boy when he knew joy

An album of the unnamed

Names are a gift, a curse, a cage

The one I gave rejected along with the past

Without that or a future to work for, what does it matter

How one presents?

I literally drove you away, to build a new life

At least we stopped for coffee

Now I use one letter on a screen

That speaks paragraphs every time I press it

The dinner table has no empty spaces

Even if you're not accounted for

But we would make room

Right next to someone whose memories of you

Are just stories

I let go of that little boy, but

I carry an emptiness still

Born in the moment between heartbeats

A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.

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