What lies within the liminal space..
between my yearning desire
and a stone wall?
Is it the warmth of a lover’s body..
Or a hesitation before The Fall?
Is it an unconditional surrender
to a love once promised..
and yet never truly realized?
Or is it a beauty never meant
for this beholder’s eyes?
Is it a wave of possibilities..
collapsing underneath the weight
of this observer’s gaze?
Is it The Devil’s whispers?
Or a momentary glimpse..
Of The Almighty’s face?

Is it a hollow space of emptiness..
An absence in the place of someone..
Of The One that could have been The All?
Or is it nothing.. frankly, nothing ever..
or an all but nothing..
or a nothing at all?