This In Between – M. A. Morris

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It was a time 

Long ago, younger days,

When it was all mine

When I just knew the sun rose and set

For me

For her

For love

For gentle colors 

Of bleeding horizons.

The things you know 

Only in youth

Chafes the heart

In old age.

Memories of when one

Could run, 

As only the young can, 

In complete nakedness 

Between heartache and hope

And hop and back again.

All the wooden slats broke and fell away.

All the rope rotted and frayed.

Now, that bridge lies at the bottom of the abyss 

Between heartache and hope

The place of desolation, of death, of living.

And there is nothing but the drifting space of gravity

In this in between.

I am a retired teacher, enjoying everything that retirement means. In addition, I have been active in the LGBTQ community since I was four years old and marched my…

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