the space in-between

I shouldn'tI'm going toI already have

when I’m watching TV,when I lie down to sleep,in the space in-between,you're there

in the room behind my eyelids,in the colors that I paint,in the shape my fingers find you,in the photos that you take,in the images you see inside your ownmind before you

the blue morning ache

in the hand that repliesin the lines I rewritein the skies that I’ll climb,in the nights I sit tight,in the eyes you slide back across the room,timing it right

when I lose the fight,when I taste what’s not mine,since you told me to try,I confide

I’m guiltyI’m foolishI’m your dog-eared next chapter

your loveris the space in-between