in what we call this
the lighting between us
the places we leave each other in
the longing
the devotion
the emotions left unmoved
resting quietly beneath the surface
we stand here
giving pieces of ourselves away
to everyone we meet
while asking for nothing back
this distance feels nice
but not here
not now
maybe then
maybe again
when we find the time
of who we were
or who we might become
in another life
where timing bends differently
where hesitation does not linger so long
where our hands find each other
without second guessing
i think i would know you there too
by the way you look at the sky
before rain arrives
by the pauses between your words
by the softness hidden beneath your armor
and maybe that is enough
to know that somewhere
between this life and the next
between longing and acceptance
between memory and possibility
we existed
and for a moment
that felt like everything