June 30, 2015

IN BETWEEN

I’m in between your thoughts and my wonderings

that slip into the spaces between your words

when we’re talking. You’re right  when you say

in between my breaths and pauses, “Listen!

Please listen to what I’m trying to say to you.”

You’re right, I slip between the cracks - because

I’ve assume, I presume, I know what you’re

trying to say. I’ve heard your words before,

so I slip into earlier questions and comments

from you or others. No wonder someone slipped

in between the marriage vows, “for better, for

worse, for richer, for poorer….” Between us, will I

ever be content - or will I always be in between?

© Andrew Costello, Reflections, 2015
Painting: Christina's World, 1948