i was an observer that day. i often feel this way. much less of a participant, more often a distracted observant. i watch lovers kiss in parks, holding hands for all to see. i watch children skipping and laughing with pure naivety. it’s a beauty to see. i watch time move too fast as people wave farewell. off to different coasts. the only tangible truth is the feeling of separate, a stranger in this place i’ll always be. connections fascinate me in the ways we search and long for something more than ourselves. in the ways we anticipate actions with reactions. the power plays in place of love. the fear in place of security. guards will stand all day to protect that which we attribute value. an interesting dissonance. were we meant to meet? or are meetings of pure coincidence and consequence? i wonder a mighty deal of things, i’d never speak least i bore your mind with all the complexity and intricacies that fill mine. i suppose that’s where disconnect lives. in the space in-between. yet life is a constant series of in-between. in-between birth and death. in-between strangers and lovers. in-between waking and sleeping. always waiting on a verdict or diagnosis. nostalgic with the past, uncertain for the future. in-between relationships, undefined intentionally. in-between summer and winter, winter and fall. the rise of a wave between the still of the ocean. the fall of leaves between the growth of new. hold a lover to let them go. love lands somewhere between magic and a myth. conceived only by those willing to touch it. interchangeable goodbyes and hellos. patterned endlessly on repeat. the music plays between beginning and end. a dance shared in spaces alone or with friends. a step connected with the last, continuous repetition from day to day.