Untitled
By Lisa Kilhefner
Inspiration piece

I fill the space
(between us)
like a whistling wind that sweeps between the buildings of a city

but I feel your space (between us);
you’re merely a reflection in a moonlit fountain pool.

You shift, sway, shaking off shards of glass so they mist
like droplets, smearing the photograph (of us).

It moves the space (between us)
to a landscape that does not contain
our silhouette.

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