***

what's really between you and me
a sound? or maybe, a letter?
a tear, put to shape with grief
or feeling of worse and better
what is it between our souls
some kind of despicable void?
the kind that sucks it all in
and never lets go
the point
that i'm trying to make
apart from our own ideas
there's really nothing between us
time spent. and forgiveness sold
if bartering is a crime,
then put me behind the bars
i gave you. what's yours is mine
what's mine is colder than stars.