Lost in Space


Lost in Space

Nothing left to say,
our hands
on the white tablecloth
in the candlelight.

Once our fingers
would have entwined,
inextricable as tree roots.

Now silence,
no more words.

Our hands idle,
fingers leaving
space between
your warmth and mine,
the stars.

Jane Dougherty responded to Sacha Black’s flash fiction challenge, 52 words on the theme: the distance between, with her post, Microfiction: Lost in space.  With her permission, I’ve re-imagined it in verse.

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