in between


The truth lies
neither here nor there
But in the spaces between
how are you and fine
and the hands
that pass a napkin
or drop a card

In the anticipation between
the message sent and the reply
or the coin toss and the landing

Or it may lie in wait
on that spot on the floor
to which we turn
when we greet

Let us leave it where we left it
Tangled in the creases
of the sheets we couldn’t straighten
And in the amends
we wove with threads
too weak to withstand
the change of season

It has nothing to tell us
we don’t already know

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