You read between the lines and fill in the white space. But between the words that are here is what I keep in my heart. Unchangeable, like gravity. Unsaid because it goes without saying. Like the sky is always watching over our lives.
So I walk around doing ordinary things. I talk to my friends. I go through airport screening. I take my plastic bag of liquids and place it in the bin. I answer my email. I go to the grocery store and stand in the aisle and decide which brand of bread to buy. I pay my bills. And I’m surrounded by the white space. Unspoken, edited out, but always there.