Gaps. (She filled with love)
Our life is full of gaps.
Chasms that are full of emptiness
And full to bursting with unlived possibility.
And regrets we didnt even know we had.
But we do not see the gaps, only the living that joins them together.
In the quilted fabric we call life.
Because she guards over our desires
Tells us that we are perfect in our unperfect way.
Takes the fluff of a day and spins it into a life worth living
And then she plugs the gaps of life with her (never gappy) love.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com