The Space Between

In the stillness of my room, shadows spill wide,

a gap, just a sliver, where worlds tend to fray,

light seeps in softly, a quiet divide,

between the embrace and the heart led astray.

Sorting through laundry, the mundane blooms,

I catch a glimpse of isolation’s sheen,

it whispers of closeness and lingering gloom,

how a door’s little crack holds both hope and unseen.