Between Love and Nothing....
Between love and nothing
a breath waits, undecided,
half wanting to bloom.
Between touch and silence
an echo remembers hands,
but the air holds back.
Between hope and hollow
a voice calls, almost tender,
but the mouth stays shut.
Between love and nothing
I walk a trembling tightrope,
the void beneath sings.
Between all and nothing
the heart keeps its rhythm still—
a drum for no one.
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