Reading between the lines
Stepping over the cracks
Between you and me
In my dream you told me
My poem was all about
Me and you
But I think it's about the between
Like when you're walking there's a moment
When your weight is between your two feet
Or when the sound of somebody practicing
A piano sonata leaks down the street
And the air is filled with music and butterflies
And sunlight
But you keep moving forward
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