it was in the inbetween spaces
the quiet times between messages
when neither of you knew what to say next
and the dots on the screen were a tense
burst of potential energy that sometimes
would go on for hours
Or
the way your sentences would trail off
during dinner
while you nervously pushed your food
around your plate, as if moving it would
move this moment forward
Or
the way you held each other and
stared at the ceiling in winter
wondering where this would
Or could
all go
those were the moments
when the clouds washed over your week
and you felt like letting go
and you only dug your heels in
and hung on for all you had left
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Luis Gómez
i do social media editing for Homology Lit. also, writing.
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