Free Verse

The Space Between Stars

Almosts and Yearnings

Dr. Shamaima Irfan
3 min readJun 23, 2024

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We move in a dance,
a hesitant waltz,
Two souls orbiting,
never quite at a halt.
A constellation of almosts hangs in the air, |
A tapestry woven with threads of not there.

Conversations flow,
a gentle stream,
But never quite breach the dam of a hidden dream.
Laughter ripples,
joy shared for a fleeting time,
Yet a distance lingers,
a space undefined.

Eyes lock,
a spark ignites,
a fire held tight,
But shyness descends,
extinguishing the light. |
We brush fingertips,
a whisper of desire,
But retreat swiftly,
consumed by the soul’s inner fire.

There’s a yearning,
a pull, an invisible thread,
A longing to dive deeper,
a truth yet unsaid.
Respect blooms between us,
a fragile embrace,
A fear of intrusion etched on each face.

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Dr. Shamaima Irfan

RPh || Poetry writer || Author of Articles and Stories || Wordsmith extraordinaire.