Betwixt

Like the warmth from the sun,
A deeper, deeper, air.
Time without them is needed,
But so is knowing that they care.
I will try to package those memories,
Betwixt the complexities of life,
And those things that cut deep,
Like a rusty knife.
I need this life to deburr,
To heal the infection,
But I can still treasure the peace,
Joy and reflection.