The Spaces Between the Words

by Tom Bajoras

There’s someone in the valley
searching for what’s left of me,
wrecked, vanishing
Breathing is like crawling through
holes in shadows

but even those shadows
are more real right now than I am.
She sang, and then—she did not
ever sing again

but in the spaces
between the words,
I can live
as long as there are places
where she has been.