The one that separates you from me.
The one between bondage and free.
The one between love and loss.
The one between price and cost.
The fine truth of perception.
The selectively deceptive.
The moment between is and was.
Beginning to loathe that which you love.
What is compromise if not surrender?
A heart of stone if not too tender?
Sunlight if not blinding white?
Hope if not out of sight?