Blank space

I haven't been here for a while.

Feels natural now when I have nothing to say
to come here to say it.

It's a strangely complete feeling:
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Just a white space on the page
between the words.

I don't know which words:
Just the one before and the one after but
being neither,
being just the space.

If you're old enough, you might remember
the end of the tape playing
through the speakers of the tape recorder:

White noise,
with the heads rotating,
just empty.

Sshhhssshhhsshhhsshhss
with maybe a click or a snap or a crackle,
or something
just meaningless,

Movement without content.
Just movement.

I get up to clear the table.