Negative Space

Maybe I am

the space between your fingers;

the melted image left by a recent downpour framed on car windows;

or a body made of light filled droplets left on said windows.

I am the screen door dividing your memory and imagination.

The moments you relive after I have left.

Have you found me, in the blue silk of twilight or

in the solo stillness of rushing crowds?

Is this a memory, or a hope?

The final embers of a fire

telling stories with shapes of its smoke.

You long to embrace its warmth and mysticism.

The whispers made of catholic choirs.

The pause before each inhale of sweet smelling skin.

Sometimes when I close my eyes

I like to imagine you’re right next to me.

There’s enough room on my bed.

Who’s fingers just grazed past your arm?

I have to remind myself,

that there is no singularity to existing.

I live in the peripheral view of consciousness.

A momentary contemplation

Wilting in the presence of something

far more vibrant.

Perhaps it adds to the enigmatic persona.

Attempts of transparency adds to my invisibility.

I am the space that prevents two subjects from ever touching.

Author's Note

This is not a final draft. I am hoping to improve but am not too sure how. let me know what you think. Thank you so much

Reviews

[Inda]

I really liked it, what would help is if you stick to the "I am.." once you switched to "Is this a memory, or a hope?"
You abandon the original premise, the idea of who/what you could be. If you don't want to change it so dramatically, then i suggest a space that indicates a separation once you begin, "Sometimes when I close my eyes
I like to imagine you’re right next to me."

all in all i really like this, the imagery and the idea is fantastic!