Space

Space I

Space 

It is the lines of a notebook I will run out of 

To write this poem for you

Space is the edges and corners 

That I'll refuse to leave blank

And I will scribble

And draw 

And shade in with the seldom remaining ink that is left in this pen

It never seems to last

It seems that I simply

Take too much

Space 

Space is what the bookshelf hasn't had 

Since I've realized that words cannot be spared

That words deserve as much space on the paper that they can take 

And because of this

The size of my handwriting 

Is now as small as the blank space that is left on a canvas

At 2 a.m 

When an artist has a bad day

Because they know only one way to release their anguish 

So that maybe

I can take up less 

Space 

 Space is what I'll be okay with having no more left to colour

When my skin can only be recognized as my own sketching pad

Tattoo ink

A  permanent charcoal drawing 

An oil painting 

Etched in the parts of me that I'll forever display

Because I am it's frame

And I will revel in the fact that 

It will only fade 

After my heartbeat ceases 

After my lungs will not take in anymore air

After my eyes shut for good

When they lower my casket

And give permission to the earth

To take ownership over my bones

Maybe then

I'll take up 

Less 

Space  

Space is what I'll pretend that I have more of

When I sleep in the bottom bunk

And I'll force my eyes shut

Until morning comes 

Because I'll admit

If I look around for long enough

The barriers around this bed

Move inwards 

Towards each other

Perhaps to take up 

Less 

Space 

Space is what I'll gladly share with you 

On a foggy Sunday morning 

Your arms 

Blankets

Your chest

A pillow

And we'll listen to 

The wind's groan  

That the trees 

Dance to

Space 

Is the distance between us 

When I wake up

And there is too much room under these sheets

Than there should be

If you were really here

And I'll move towards the edge

And face the other side

With the image of you facing mine

To see what it might be like 

If you were here 

Because 

Space 

Is what I'll travel through

From end to end if I have to

Past the glowing 

Fluorescent forest 

That are only bare rocks

Concealed as colourful lanterns 

That don't seem to take much 

Space 

But I'll hold my breath

Through this entire universe 

Past shooting stars 

That when there's not enough 

Space 

They're the approaching boulders of impending doom

But I'll keep moving in this endless

Space

With not a single question 

For the sake 

Of being with you