Pregnant pause

Ok, so 

This is that

Pregnant 

Pause 

Between one 

Moment and

The next, that

Pause in which

Worlds collide and

Universes cleave off

And that which

Was never born dies

To be reborn.

This is that time

Between times, that

Forever that is

Fleeting glimpsed,

That world behind

The world, that

Weirding that is so

Much more and

Much, much

Less.

This is all those

Promises made and

Lived and loved,

Spat out the

Other side like

So much sodden

Detritus in the 

Faint drizzled rain

On the roadside,

Bereft and yet

Whole.

This, my

Loving gift

To you.