Space

There is none between our palms,
Because you refused to let go
When you squeezed my hand in farewell.

Space:
There is plenty of it between
My mother and I.

Space:
It is all taken up,
By the fragrance of your bath-wash,
Filling every breath I take.

Space:
The oceans I could not cross,
Although your pain was clear.

Space:
Always non-existent when I sat beside Adurna,
And she taught me how to love.

Space:
An Andromeda I discovered,
While your scent clung to my skin.

Space:
The loss my family knew,
When Gran did not remain.

“the space between us”:
A great book I once read,
Which became the story of us.

K.N.O.W.
Monday, May 4, 2015. 01:33 hrs.
*An old prompt I took a little too seriously while browsing through The Poet’s Billow.*

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