The space between us, bringing comfort,
Enough room to move.
So full, yet undefined,
Gray as the future, pregnant with hope.
Did I know, declaring on that day as I did….
Could I know?
Some many days’ hence
The space between would be
tested, tried, stretched?
Shattered, tattered at the edges,
Torn by time,
Pulling us in directions we needn’t go?
Ah, but time, wrapping around
Us like the edges of a quilt,
Pulling the mismatched pieces back together…
Yes, time, healing all wounds
Repairing all breaches
Protecting, surrounding, preserving.
Time and grace and space.
Just enough to come between us.