between the last
words spoken
and the now
a space lingers
it's empty canvas
awaiting an image
a dotted line
without signature
between cornea
and retina
there are images
fleetingly held
emotional gems
in color
projected thoughts
wait for a screen
in a moment
urgency waits
what the eyes see
the heart learns
what the heart feels
paint the canvas
leaving forever
pigment engrained
for all the in betweens
of past and present
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