A narrow rift opens—
splitting the bright
from what’s gone sour.
It widens by the hour,
pulling down pieces
the past won’t claim.
Throw in your worries,
your half-formed fears—
the rift swallows everything.
With every offering
it grows deeper.
Careful now—don’t slip.
One side: the hopeful.
The other: the haunted.
Be grateful, we say,
for the space between—
as if distance could save us,
as if it could drag the worst away.
But listen—our footholds
are dusting out beneath us.
And in the end,
we tumble together
into the widening dark.