Between the words

I can hardly read a book
without finding you
between the words,
between the worlds
of fantasy and fiction.
Were you ever really here?

The silence between the chords
of the songs you adored.
I’m trapped here, in the reverberating air,
hoping you’ll echo into existence.

The pencil twists in the old cassette.
Turning back space, turning back time.
Parity is broken, but clarity conserved.
I see exactly how we got here,
yet cannot see where we’re headed.

Where we’re headed.
We.
We?
You, I, us, me.
Her, him, them, he.
One, one, two, one.
A recurring zero to infinity.

I asymptote closer to forgetting you,
a neon sign in the rainy distance
as I drive away.
Nothing but silence, and the sound of rain.
That’s juxtaposition right? Maybe irony?

I can hardly focus
on the words,
without finding you
in between.

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