Within spaces

A serene dwelling of hopes of what's to come.

There's a part of me that loves the spaces in between, where lingers the words I could've said but couldn't, only making me wait and look forward to the next time we meet, there is this sanguinity amidst this space that I don't count this moment to be our last, and like the shore, I await you, the wave tied to it, counting every second of this departure with the affection I share with you, intensifying it every time.

Though these spaces are often wide, I embrace the surge of longing they bring, for I believe whatever time would borrow from me, it would return it to me sweeter than what it used to be.

These spaces in between, the words they bridge, and the lines they dangle in between, they become more cherishable, more intense as the silence they leave on the tongue only to fetch memories to you, of beings beloved, of destinations marked of nostalgia.

Just how aromatic they are of things we love, these spaces, they are ever so evident of them despite the stretch we trace to reach them.

And oh how ironic it is, these spaces in between weren't empty after all, rather impregnated with essences of love ever so irreplaceable.

Author's Note

I love writing prose paragraphs, they are like a block idea of a poetry to be refined later into verses or rhymes, they are effortless and only ask you to just open your heart and spills every feeling you have for every minute thing you witness. And creativity takes form such way when it flows with no bars stopping it. Humbled to be read by you!

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

A lovely emotional poem that portrays the spaces in between where anticipation lays…. Where there are no spoken words, yet there is longing, memories, and excitement in your soul, knowing something that will last, not the finality…..and it doesn’t matter how long these spaces are because just knowing the reality will be there is enough……there is intensification each and every time you meet with your love….
Excellent write
Warmly, B

[Poetic_Vixen]

Yes, indeed the idea of love can never be finite and it even occupied the spaces left bereft between lovers, they were filled by their own kind of love, a longing and looking forward to kind of love. I'm very glad you felt it Betty, you are a true sweetheart for dropping your warm reviews, I'm grateful for these lovely words! Sending you lots of love ❤️

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome my friend
Warmly, B

[Thomas W Case]

Wow. Such a poetic, beautiful landscape of emotion that you paint here. Lovely.

[Poetic_Vixen]

I'm grateful for this sweet review, sir!

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know dear poet. In my old age. I learn I wished I said more.
"There's a part of me that loves the spaces in between, where lingers the words I could've said but couldn't,"
The words we didn't say. Will haunt us one days. I enjoyed the poetry. Made me reflex on old places and old faces. Thank you for sharing the amazing story.
Coyote

[Poetic_Vixen]

True, things we may leave unsaid might become boulders of regret when it's too late, I agree, but here I was hinting at idea how those unsaid things become a reason, an excuse to look forward to each other next time....

[Poetic_Vixen]

Grateful for this review!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoy your work and you are welcome.

[Tom]

Powerful, poetic prose, prolonged and occupied with unfulfilled desire and need to be with a lover who for now is seperated by many miles, yet this heart beats with a yearning for two to become one again, her craving almost palpable, reaching across vast oceans in hope the message reaches a cherished lover wherever they may be?

[Poetic_Vixen]

Yes, truly a love that travels though hearts miles apart, I cherish your reviews my friend, grateful for them!

[Marie]

Absence makes the heart grow fonder and you have captured the poignancy of missing someone so much who is so loved, in this very beautifully crafted poem, dear P. V. The things we love are our treasures, they are also the places we go to remember our loved ones in memory. They are holy places to our soul.
"And oh how ironic it is, these spaces in between weren't empty after all, rather impregnated with essences of love ever so irreplaceable", these two lines are the icing on the poetic cake for me. Like a beautiful bouquet of flowers, they are the beautiful ribbon which keeps all the flowers (words) together so you can present them to your reader, dear P. V.
I love this poem and it is sooooo true, that there are no spaces between two people in love, space does not exist because they are always together in heart, in mind, in spirit. A very intense and sublimely penned and superbly honed poetic gem. Gratitude for sharing, dear P. V. A true joy always to ready your outstanding poetry...

[Poetic_Vixen]

To be met with such a beautifully warm remark with soul humbling my dearest friend Marie! You truly have extracted the heart of this writing with an exchange of your own poetic thought, I love how you compared my thoughts with bouquets and you made the words their flowers! You honestly have touched my heart with this review and this is all the more encouragement to keep speaking of my heart into these poems! Ever so grateful for your presence here and always do grateful for your beautiful and sweet reviews! Sending you my warmest of hugs and love from the deepest of my heart ❤️ always be happy my dear poetic friend!

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear P. V...🤍