The Spaces In Between

Between my brain and heart
so much remains unknown.
I can be a stranger,
even to myelf.
Therein lies a place
where questions go unanswered,
and tears yield no purpose.
A place where dreams
linger on reality-
where not much sense is
made of anything,
and no one seems to care.
In the smallest corner of this room-
where logic falls to waste-
It is here that
I love(d) you most.