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w you</p><p id="f904">between the gray of who I was</p><p id="042f">and the black and bitter of me now</p><p id="dd82">I want to go back to living between you</p><p id="7196">between your crooked smile</p><p id="9a31">between the coffee and bed sheets</p><p id="5216">between the time I said I love you</p><p id="2c90">and you said me too</p><p id="3e62">now there’s only</p><p id="25dd">our last goodbye and me</p><p id="4d17">nothing between</p><p id="9ad9"><b>_________________________ Michael Ritoch </b>plays at being a poet/writer. He finds joy in his wife, two daughters, cats, one is really fat and the other is neurotic, reading philosophy written by old dead guys, and his friends. He writes about leadership, pain, life, suffering, and whatever comes to mind.</p><p id="573d">If you enjoyed this poem maybe you’ll like these three poems as well.</p><div id="6bef" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/last-monday-2a542a0e565"> <div> <div> <h2>Last Monday</h2> <div><h3>Life ended last week, but that’s okay</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*5Sx8xdcfAzbQLUE_)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="b0d2" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/words-and-wishes-c435c2f9cbeb"> <div> <div> <h2>Words and Wishes</h2> <div><h3>The consequences of for

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Between

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we met on a Tuesday and left dying on Friday

the moments between a thousand days passed

a storm of caffeine flew over our lips, a hundred

conversations lingered unrestrained on our breath

our first touch snapped and sparkled and held

me paralyzed and broken

yet I was fixed and permanent

in those hours purpose and meaning meant

nothing and everything because in the twilight

or late morning being step

in step with you defined my being

when I lay between the firm and soft middle

of your thighs I exhaled

not knowing I held

my breath for days you smiled and bit

my lip my ear

and then blew and gasped

and held me tighter not letting go

life is drawn and stitched together

between our first and last moment

between the first touch and the last

it is Saturday and I wish I had not met you

who I am is stenciled between the time before

and the last moment after I knew you

between the gray of who I was

and the black and bitter of me now

I want to go back to living between you

between your crooked smile

between the coffee and bed sheets

between the time I said I love you

and you said me too

now there’s only

our last goodbye and me

nothing between

_________________________ Michael Ritoch plays at being a poet/writer. He finds joy in his wife, two daughters, cats, one is really fat and the other is neurotic, reading philosophy written by old dead guys, and his friends. He writes about leadership, pain, life, suffering, and whatever comes to mind.

If you enjoyed this poem maybe you’ll like these three poems as well.

If you want to read a great article by a great writer, read Paul Myers MBA post on mastering yourself.

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