The spaces between the lines

Say more than this meagre rhyme

Can ever hope or ever wish.

All the things I need to say

Are held there in the spaces,

The blank, stark white

Between upper and lower cases.

 

It's nothing; it is everything

It's every word I'll ever utter

From the shining stars

To the stinking gutter.

Those spaces will tell you more

Their truth I just cannot ignore;

For every time, I should have told you.

 

I should have filled those empty spaces

Should have shown you how I feel

Because now the rest doesn't seem real,

Just those vacant holes of nothing.

I should have seen the warnings

And told you all the things I couldn't say;

Not just let you slip away.