In the spaces between my words
something breathes
and cries
It’s tears run wet down my face
I can touch them there
but they flow from
some other reality
some alternate world
just as
the thing that moves when seen
from the corner of my eye
disappears when I turn to look
maybe it is some other version of me
one that remembers
one that feels
a child me displaced in time
peeping from between
the spaces between my words.