He is living in the in-between.
In a place of no return once the wheel has turned.
A foot in life and one in death.
Suspended in a state of memories and dreams.
Neither the end or the beginning.
Simply something that changes the journey.
Perhaps it is a transition of sorts.
From one state to the next.
And only he is able to make the move.
But with each rattled breathe,
There is a sense of lingering.
Not for long but for now.
For the wheel must turn, and so much the page.
On to the next thing.
Away from this one.
But not yet.
Instead there is a slow down of pace.
As speed and time become less important.
Memories flood in and out.
As familiar faces dance around.
I know he sees faces I cannot.
Yet I still see his face here with me.
As he is caught here in the in-between.
Living outside of our structured timeline.
A blink and he is here in the present,
Another and he is in the past.
And I swear at times he is looking beyond.
As if time was never really some straight line.
But I cannot say.
For I am not there at the beginning of an end…
Not a beginning and not an end.
A place stuck in the middle of two places.
And I find myself afraid.
For I cannot see the next step.
I am like a pawn waiting to be moved.
And he a breath paused before the exhale.
For while he lives in-between life and death.
I too must live in a lingering step
In a place where he is here with me,
And I am here without him.
A place of in-betweens
A Place we all must learn to pass.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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This should have gotten TS. It's magnificent. This is exactly what I went through as I sat with my mom during her final day. You've captured what we all experience. BRAVO for putting it all into words.
You describe it so beautifully. Where time slows down you pull me gently into the reality of the pain of separation between both characters as one passes on to the other side. Well written ❤️