What breathes between us?
There’s everything they say, they see,
there’s the ugly (unlikely) secret that we hold back,
there’s the big feeling we get,
glimmers of togethers faraway;
half forgotten, half why we’re here again.
Then, there is our holy unnamed
-our pearl, our treasure that makes us better,
and then there’s the space;
breathing in floating fates,
sinking with our end’s weight,
is our child that caused you and me,
unwanted and inevitable, let it grow, let it be.