In the middle of the letters
that forms into words
are tiny spaces.
You and me.
A little bit narrow
for us to claim ourselves
in words we say.
And small enough
to make us dream
and yearn to be free.
Strange, how it seem nothing
when it means everything.
These little, silly spaces.
I shall send you these spaces
wherever you are
to let you know
that despite this distance,
we form into words;
(words we mean and don't.)
So I hope you'll wonder
if I'm happy or not
that in these little spaces,
little words,
we still converge,
we still dream.
Yearning to be free.
You and me.
