"Classic Illusion I B9" by Petar Meseldzija

I have lived in them
the spaces between sighs
the spaces between the cracks in my heart
spaces in the woods at St. Francis
where the world dropped off
into silence.
I wonder what the ladies of Rome
did in the spaces between the tears
one by one
lacrymals into the vials
passed onto generations they would
never embrace
I wonder
In the spaces between our individual
insanities
so the same
so much the difference
in us, yes
but in all the world
It could be the spaces are the real
quality of life and the events
are merely the breaths.
I could give you me
soul
spirit
self
and watch you pull away

Trouble and tears
perhaps those missed
by the Roman ladies
gather in the spaces between us
and lie with
words not spoken
but screamed.

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