Spaces
The
spaces between our footsteps
Are
filled with memories
Of
us walking along the beach
As
the waves lapped our feet.
And
sometimes I wonder if it meant
Something
more than friendship when you dried my tears
And
why, if you're not here,
Do
the memories still remain?
The
spaces between the days
The
hours I'm awake
Seem
to last forever.
And
so science says that time goes on.
But
if time goes on,
Then
why does it feel like it keeps stopping?
Every
time I look at you, my heart falls
Deep
into my chest, farther into space.
The
spaces between your world
And
mine seem to never end.
Stretching
across endless deserts
That
could go on for miles if we let them.
Why
don't we stop those spaces from growing?
Why
can't you just go back
To
the way you were before things changed?
And
where do these deserts lead?
The
spaces between my words
Grow
longer as I speak.
Those
long pauses that I thought would never come
From
lack of conversation, lack of things to say.
How
come they suddenly started appearing?
From
where do they grow?
And
why do they keep coming
When
I always have more to say?
I
thought that you would fill all the spaces up for me.
I
thought they'd be all gone.
I
thought you could change everything
That
I had ever done.
And
I thought the emptiness would be filled
And
that I would no longer be alone.
I
suppose that the water came and washed away
What
used to fill all my spaces.
Dear Journal,
Okay, so it seems a little bit like I lost something that I used to have. But in a way, I sort of did. I mean, before, I used to look at him as a friend that was always there for me, and it was a comfort. Now, I know I still have the comfort of him always being there as a friend, but the fear that that's all he will ever be is beginning to overrule the comfort.
Listen to me, I sound like some obsessive stalker on a Spanish soap opera. He is not going to take over my life. I will maintain composure and be the Hermione Granger I was before I realized how I really felt.
Hermione
"These are amazing," he said aloud this time, looking at the words written across the pages in front of him. He felt his confidence building. Maybe all that thinking he had done was about to pay off.
