It is that space
Between two looks
That reminds us
How to be one
One with oneself
When others dance
Step in long step
And chest to chest
And in that space
Only thoughts echo
Only memories flow
Away from silence
For silence is like shadow
In need of a bright day
Upon streets of stone
Near balconies of iron and wood
It is that space
Where names call on August nights
Names upon which
Time has had no mercy
October 22, 2017
©Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017
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