The spaces between words do not get attention;
you only notice whenthey’renotthere.
Riding on a train,
our eyes glaze over and we are lost in our own worlds.
That is where I go in my mind:
on the trains stuffed–
but not too stuffed–
with blank-faced people
who do not care that my eyes may fill with tears,
who do not care when I hide my smile in my fingers,
trying to catch the last few rays of happiness before they dissolve
and I’m left cold.
I strive to be the spaces between words,
simultaneously undeserved and resolute in their power,
separating one love from another.
I need to be noticed;
but only when I’m gone.