Somewhere Between
Somewhere between the heartbeats -
the words and the silence:
between the speed of sound
and the click of understanding
between my half-drawn breath
and the curve of your eyes
is my innocence -
alone and tired
(sitting on a suitcase
in the middle of an empty street)
Beyond
Beyond the now,
between words and silence,
between memories,
between steps childish and not,
there is a path
that leads down steel staircases,
through empty playgrounds,
across wooden bridges,
and ends at your doorstep.
And there you are,
the question on your face;
a new silence.