after The Waves by Virginia Woolf and "Somedays" by Regina Spektor and "Society" by Elizabeth Bowen
How you snatched from me the white spaces that lie between hour and hour… Yet those were my life.
Some days aren’t yours at all
they come and go like someone else’s days.
How you snatched from me some days that weren’t yours at all, the hours that lie between days and days, the intermeet of then and now,
Interserted between me and me.
The white spaces between someone else’s days
and my own. They lay on mine
(all these beating hearts)