Space

I can feel the space between my fingers
The importance of that Tuesday nothing air
Steeped in tea and clementine the sweetness
Is oozing like water through my hair
Hair
Nothing is the something I can hold
For a while
Can you feel the muscles in your face
When you smile
I want to feel the ground hold me up
Like the air does
Just like the air
When was the last time you wrote down
The poetry between your hands
And in your hair
When you pay attention feel it linger
Nothings can be somethings can be felt
When everything seems out of touch
And paper cuts and overwhelming
Focus on the space around your wrists, under your ears
When was the last time you wrote down
The poetry between your hands
And in your hair



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Writer(s): Colleen D'alelio
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