I've Got This Space

I've got
this space
in my head

one
where
all my broken-ness
isn't bad
nor good

but just
a way to know me.

I've got
this space
all about me

where
I hide
and doubt my cover
and where I become
one of the drones

passing every
other by
without interruption.

But this space
should be
one
where
a smile ripples
face to face
like a wave from island
to island
and somewhere
land.

Not a space
where the needier
one is, the less
desirable
they are.

One where the smile
meets a mass
more than any sheer count
proclaims.

I've got
this regret
that I won't do my part.

That I'll be a stone
by the time
I am reached.

For now
I am going
to close my eyes
and dream
of that smile
that should only be.