The Space Between Words (Valentines Day)
by sara t.
He doesn't sound good.
He says he's tired.
I know he's lonely.
Tired of being lonely.
I can only offer him words.
Words of little comfort.
"I hope tomorrow is better" and
"I love you too".
Words are meager
and yet its all we've got
across miles of ocean
littered with dreams.
A sigh, a breath, a pause.
Looking for meaning
in spaces between words.
His voice my heart.
Conversations too short
nothing left to say
Goodbye until tomorrow.
I am alone too, my love,
still waiting....
He says he's tired.
I know he's lonely.
Tired of being lonely.
I can only offer him words.
Words of little comfort.
"I hope tomorrow is better" and
"I love you too".
Words are meager
and yet its all we've got
across miles of ocean
littered with dreams.
A sigh, a breath, a pause.
Looking for meaning
in spaces between words.
His voice my heart.
Conversations too short
nothing left to say
Goodbye until tomorrow.
I am alone too, my love,
still waiting....
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I really like what you’re doing in stanzas three and four - The notion of words as being meager, and yet they're what we must use. The paradox of it. I like that. You follow that with the search for meaning between the words. Again, a paradox. That's effective. Enjoyed reading the piece, Sara.
since sam took care of stanzas 3-4, i'm going to praise a couple of the others: i like how you use the repeated 'lonely' and 'word' in stanzas 1-2. 3-4 are marvelous. well done and belatedly happy valentine to you.
This love poem is softly beautiful, and reads like a letter written on heavy paper with fine rose-colored ink
His voice my heart. That nails it for me. This got to me,sara t.Thank you.
When words have to substitute fingers....Oh, how sad. And yet we writers do this all the time, digging in to worlds we can't touch. I enjoyed reading this, Sara.
you hit dead center with this evocation of long distance love, the longing amidst written letters or tech-enabled voices for something sensual...Your line: Looking for meaning in spaces between words. And of course, the waiting is everything
Very moving --- and lots of sad truth. The point is made well --- and gracefully. Nice job indeed!
A sweet poem and somehow with longing in it. I love..."Words are meager
and yet its all we've got
across miles of ocean
littered with dreams." Littered? Yes! Nice:)