The Space Between

An imperfect heart drops into the sea:

it's a shallow splash
of sorrow that feeds me
this nightmare that I bleed.
a cry is heard,
ignored.
the space between
two lover's hearts is now
all too clear-
and melancholy with its eyes.

we are the suffered
that live within these dreams,
a broken thought that
dies too young-
ripped and torn by
glowing sadness.

it's a distance we can't cross.
I am left inside
this empty space,
and life is a calmly gray
that's all too clear-
melancholy with its eyes.

the space between is always growing cold.