Spaces

You have made me very aware of the spaces between my fingers
They have become voids,
empty, negative spaces
Golden hour is faded around the edges
Tinged with something darker
A longing
Today I ate plums from a tree until my lips turned yellow
The juice dripped like liquid summertime
But the grass beside me was empty
Lacking you
The bird's song was in E minor,
Trying to summon what I could not feel