The Space Between

The day stretches, waiting,
not yet touched by the weight of time.
In the space between breaths,
there's a calm, a soft exhale.
The sun dips lower, but the sky holds on
to the last thread of light -
a reluctant goodbye to the day,
and yet it stays.
We move through moments
as if they're seconds,
but there's more in the pause,
more in the silence between the noise.
A fleeting glance,
a hand almost reaching.
In the absence, there is presence -
a quiet understanding that we're here.