In Between Words

 

It’s only a couple 

Hundred miles 

And everything 

In between 

Today 

And the days 

That came 

Before

That’s all 

That separates

Us 

Just 

Life 

Just 

A road

A picket fence 

The wicked sense 

Of humor 

Humans 

Find 

In happenstance

Cause why 

Would I 

Ever dream 

Of tasting fruit

Too far up

On branches 

Why does my tongue 

Tell me 

To take chances 

On the eve 

Of forbidden 

Fanciful romances

How come 

He 

Doesn’t live 

Across the street

Doesn’t take 

A lot to see 

That wanting 

Doesn’t make it 

Meant to be 

I count the miles 

In my head 

Multiply it by 

The other set of limbs

In his bed

And then add to that

That he is in fact 

In love 

And it doesn’t take much 

To see that we 

Don’t add up 

And that’s 

Just my luck 

And I instead will 

Trust 

That life 

Will offer me 

Something 

Sweet 

Between 

Here and the miles

That I 

Have left 

To walk 

So these empty places 

In me 

Find 

Themselves 

Well acquainted 

With something close 

To what he’s tasting 

A million miles away

Looking at her smile

Dreaming of her face 

In between 

The things we want 

We hold on 

To reasons 

We should stay 

So I keep 

My eyes open 

Hoping 

For my own 

For the moment

That I 

No longer need 

To roam 

Along 

The lines 

To find 

The things I need

Cause mine is likely 

Waiting 

Somewhere in between