between two planes

Between two planes

between the lives

between the words,

a single white line.

 

A shared joke

a brief grin,

a new memory.

 

Four sides

cut into the world around

a piece of home to keep.

 

In the corner there’s a bell

smeared with black waves

that golden word; forever.

 

Not neat or tidy

not art,

still beautiful.

 

In the end you’ve left me

with those three beautiful words:

“I miss you.”

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