Gap year

This is the gap year.

Measured between you and me.

It’s not as it seems,

Just trust what you feel.

We walk these steps together

And help each other out in case we lose count.

It’s not like the end result matters,

Even calling it end sounds too profound.

The numbers neither go up nor down,

They’re constantly in flux.

We just say them out loud like we must,

To prove the world that we’re still around.

A gap year to learn.

From beginning to more.

Books pages we turn,

As they get filled with our words.

There’s no gap in my closet

Where now your sweater was.

Presence follows absence elsewhere

And I think that tells a lot.