Between Love and Nothing..

Between love and nothing,  

I built a quiet room—  

No windows, no clocks,  

Just echoes of what bloomed.

The walls remember laughter,  

But forget the names we wore.  

I sweep the dust of longing  

Off a never-opened door.

Between love and nothing,  

I learned to breathe in pause,  

To sip the silence slowly,  

And not demand a cause.

You were a storm of meaning,  

I was a drought of grace.  

We met where time was thinning—  

A half-remembered place.

Between love and nothing,  

I chose the aching space,  

Where memory is tender  

And absence leaves no trace.