The Space Between
The Weight of Distance
A distance
An emptiness that weighs
A nothing that hurts
A gap that wants to be crossed
Yet punishing the one that dares to traverse
The first one that reaches out
That stretches a finger,
Opens a heart
Says
I love you
I’m sorry
I want you
Let me touch you
A pop
A crack
A zap. A sting
Or an eruption. Explosion.
A crack unmendable between the two
Where the heart never reaches its destination.
The charge never easing.
The pain growing stronger
The hurt more powerful
The closer one object gets to the other.
The closeness leaves a rawness
A burn that is unseen
An impalpable scar that leaves, yet stays
It lingers
The heart remembers
It reaches out slower
More carefully
Waits
Hopes for a moment,
A person
A feeling of safety
The heart fails
It cannot accept it
that safety can only come after the touch
After the junction
A gap that isn’t crossed,
the other side remaining unknown
A safety never reached
A heart that persists in waiting
And staring at a space between
That lies forever empty
About the Creator
Marlena Guzowski
A quirky nerd with a Doctor of Education and undergrad in Science. Has lived in Germany, Italy, Korea and Abu Dhabi. Currently in Canada and writing non-fiction about relationships, psychology and travel as well as SFF fiction.
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