In Between

in between

First comes everything.

Some of which I think,
I say,
and you hear.

Each tier a fraction of the one that came before-

a scrap from which
we grasp
at understanding.

What lies within

those silent moments,
clouded eyes.
those “neverminds?”

The in-between

of what you
share with me
I’ll never know.

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