Espacio entre los dos (Space Between the Two)

She screamed his name

at night,

but he was nowhere

to hear it.

She was nowhere

around him, but still

craved him.

He could't think about

her past the

transe

he loved her,

he really did.

She used to

write to/about him,

but she can't get it

anymore

she used to believe

that everything

she wrote would be

written on the

inside of his heart.

He could never &

feel it.

He wrote too,

wrote to her &

she'd never

cave to read

any of it, don't

care to even

tell him that

his words

wasn't as

tangible as a

diamond ring.

She flourished with

her silence, but wasn't

same of his wonder,

his voice; she craved

more than the thundering

silence that

claps from wall

to wall.

She screams his name

at night, but he's nowhere 

to hear it.