"Is the world really infinite?"
I asked you
over the phone this time
because it had been too long
you were running out
of it
"Besides numbers,
I don't think so anymore."
You replied
and the enlightenment in your voice
simply vanished
I was not sure
what we talked about next
all I was sure about
was that
nothing is infinite
and neither were
we
YOU ARE READING
The Middle
Poetry"There's a fine line between the beginning and the end, and we were simply caught in the middle."
