THE ONE ON THE SAD SPACE

IN STREETS WHERE FOUR PEOPLE FIT ALWAYS THERE IS AN EMPTY SPACE I HAVE WALKED IN THIS ROAD FOR QUITE A LONG TIME NOW SLOWLY THE COLD REPLACES WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN A SECURE EMBRACE SLOWLY THE MIST IN MY FLESH TAKES THE PLACE OF PASSIONATE SWEAT FROM THE PASSIONATE BINDING OF TWO SOULS TWO HEARTS TWO BODIES INTO ONE SLOWLY THE WIND READS LETTERS TO MY EAR. I HAVE BEEN IMAGINING. AS I WALK ON FURTHER I MEET DIFFERENT PEOPLE BUT THEY ARE EITHER TOO SMALL OR TOO BIG FOR THAT LONELY SPACE TO MY RIGHT. IS THE SPACE STUBBORN? OR IS SHE AFRAID? ALAS SHE LIES THERE TO MY RIGHT SOLITARY. SOMETIMES WEEPING, ACTING OBLIVIOUS. "WHERE IS THE PERFECT FIT?" I HEARD HER WHISPER ONCE TO HERSELF. WE PASSED BY A JESTER A MUSICIAN A VAMPIRE A TOAD YET NONE OF THEM WAS HE. I HAD ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT MY NEEDS AND HERS WERE ONE, BUT IT SEEMED NOW THAT IT MEANT MORE FOR THE SPACE TO FIND SOMEONE THAN FOR ME TO FILL IN MY OWN EMPTINESS. THE JOURNEY I HAD WAS NO MORE SOMBRE THAN HERS FOR WE HAD NO ONE AND NOTHING SAVE FOR THE ROAD LEADING ON. SO THE SPACE...SHE WEPT EVERYDAY AND REFUSED TO EAT SHE DENIED HERSELF OF JOY AND LAUGHTER AND SHE GREW SO WEAK AND THIN THAT SHE COULD NO LONGER MOVE FORWARD. SUDDENLY, AS IF A MIRACLE, THE SUN BEGAN TO SHINE. AND IT HAD CASTED SHADOWS ON EVERYTHING THAT IT HAD TOUCHED. LATER ITS LIGHT FOUND ME AND TRAVELLED AROUND ME EVER SO SLOWLY UNTIL SHE HAD CASTED MY SHADOW. AND AS THE NATURE OF LIGHTS AND SHADOWS GO, HE FELL GRACEFULLY AND GENTLY AND PERFECTLY TO MY RIGHT... SO IN STREETS WHERE FOUR PEOPLE FIT, FOUR VOIDS ARE FILLED. THREE BY WOMEN AND MAN. AND THE FOURTH, BY THE SHADOW OF ANOTHER.