the missing gaps.

These are the empty spaces,
the ones we do not see
because we do not know,
because we cannot know:
They are fractures in time that
skipped right past us,
still skipping past us, away
as moments censored from ourselves
They are just minutes,
or hours, or stretches of time,
indefinite - beating through history

It is these mental elipses
that keep us asking,
that keep us moving along;
We will forever grapple
at our own parentheses,
and forever grapple for hope
It is walking into a blank -
where there is nothing to stop you -
and to know it all
is to take that space away.