I live between

I Live Between I do not live in work or sleep, nor in the promises I cannot keep. I live between - between the task and final sigh, between the hush and the reply, between the reaching and release, the fleeting breaths that feel like peace. Between the door and where it leads, between the living and the dead, between the word and what it means, that’s where I dwell - between the seams. Not in the clock’s relentless chime, but in the cracks between of time, where light slips through, unseen, serene - that’s where I live: In between.