Is there a word
For the space between the pause
Where we stopped
And where we begin – again
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I want a word for the empty chairs
Where I first saw her
You
Us
I want a word for all of those moments
Collective
Spread out like a canvas
Over this pause
It’s not just currency
It’s spaces between space
These small moments
Like atoms
In the margins
They make up our lives
I want a word
For all of these empty spaces
I keep looking
Hoping I’ll find us there….
Where we once met
Now silence incomplete
Like the pause in a storm
All I see are these memories
Pulled out from the inside of time
Keep yours
Keep mine
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Can you hear sunlight
When it touches water?
Can you hear the keys of the piano
Before the music has been written?
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I can hear us in the morning
Breathing with the sunrise
Coming back to ourselves
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I want a word
That hasn’t been written yet
But I feel it in you…
Regarding Samuel 