the in-between

 
It's the in-between that worries me  
a place of limbo, of nothing but reflection  
holding tight to memories  
lest they slip through my fingers  
 
delicate as flower petals  
pressed in a keepsake book are my thoughts of you  
Each soul I've come across has become a part of me  
altering my course and enlightening me  
 
Regret is a strange emotion  
because the hurt was somehow necessary  
As a baby tree, it only gets stronger when it is wind-blown  
 
my carelessness is corrected with love of the universe  
people sent my way, I didn't always like  
Some of them quite obstinate  
somehow needed for my growth  
 
The Earth is interactive; she gives you as you put out  
My thoughts, as they often do, wander to greet your souls  
Somewhere on the aether we will always be  
 
alone on a journey of discovery  
together in our hearts