Us

The spaces between us
The middle seat of the couch while we sit on opposite ends
The gap between the chairs at dinner
The duvet pushed to the middle of the bed when the bedroom overheats When he sleeps and I wake
When he wakes and I sleep
The silence that is filled with words unsaid
The anger

The bridges
Me lying on his lap
His hands through my hair
The tears that spill onto our cheeks that we wipe off for each other Holding hands
Courage

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