A moment. Or a few. A sustained glance, a smile. A brief touch, hand to arm, a graze.
In between.
In between nothing and everything, a need and a want, yesterday and tomorrow, a lie and truth, ease and turbulence.
The moment when eyes want to linger, and legs want to run as fast as they can.
Breathe in to hold out.
A moment, or a few, in absence of you, can feel endless.
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