In this quiet space between “hello” and “goodnight,”
she is not imagined—
she is entirely real.
I’ve never traced the edge of her face,
never watched her eyes catch the dusk.
But I hear her—in the hush of her words,
each syllable brushing my ribs like wind.
She lives in text,
but I feel her as if memory had a scent—
soft, unfamiliar, and mine.
I don’t need sight to know she’s beautiful.
Her thoughts color every moment—
and her voice, though typed,
sings straight through me.
In this quiet space between “hello” and “goodnight,”
she is not imagined—
she is entirely real.
7 responses to “🌺 She Exists Between the Line by Jason”
I love looking in on her from the perspective of your heart. Beautiful.
Thank you Raven. I could write about this for days
Makes sense to me. The best inspiration is love.
I’m sure she must be feeling it too. Waiting for those hello’s and goodnight’s. The in betweens where words are not spoken but understood. Sometimes silence speaks loudest.
Sometimes silence isn’t peace—it’s echo.
It lingers in the corners, asking questions no one answers.
We all feel it, I think.
Some carry it gently.
Others wear it like skin.
The best things… they take time.
But sometimes, time——forgets.
And the good things stay hidden,
buried in the dark where light hasn’t learned the way in. Like a shadow that never sees light. That’s lonely.
Still, I wait.
For the day the flame finds its breath.
For the light to burn bright enough to remember me.
Someday.
Maybe —— someday.
I think I should start framing your words. This hurts so beautifully, it’s ache and longing, unsure because there is no pathway. I know the loneliness very well. Will there ever be a someday? Sometimes hope is not the surest thing.
Your words are framed. They say beauty is the eye of the beholder. Beautiful words Iba.