The Moments Between

Days come and go and still
No word from you.
Nights are the worst.
I hear your voice 
In the moments between 
Wake and sleep.
Darkness, thick like tar
Sticks to the roof of my mouth,
Numbing my cries.
I wait in the moments between
Dream and reality.
Just when I’m rewarded a second’s Solace, empty of thoughts,
My mind slips back to you.
The moments between birth and death
Are what make us.
The moments between then and now
Are black, like tar.

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