We Walk Between
Between now and forevercomes what?
Personal experience
whispers…
only heartache:
unfulfilled wishes
from childhood dreams,
promises spoken,
evaporating like raindrops
on pavement
on a scorching August day.
Life intrudes,
pulling the two apart
and quietly says,
“I’m here.”
Perhaps, the work
is in the now -
to loosen our grip
on expectations,
even hope itself,
and let it drift upward,
light as breath,
unburdened into open sky,
while we remain
firmly rooted,
both feet steady
in what is real.
That sounds so dead,
a room without windows,
neither light nor breeze.
The in-between should be filled
with laughter,
with hands held tight
against the storms,
with looking into the eyes
of your lover
and seeing your hope reflected,
the promise of forever
in the shared steam of a morning cup.
What comes between now
and forever?
The quiet understanding
that forever will one day end
and that now
is all we truly have.
So we live it.
We feel it.
We stand with feet planted
and arms lifted,
wide open to the sky -
and yes, we hope.
Between the now and forever,
we walk together.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-03-22 at 04:35
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