In between

I am forever between landmarks and days full of luck,
and missing my chances to just give it up.
I am forever between thoughts, a fight and a rove;
the hope I once had in you now flees like a dove.

Between knives I am dancing, in dead trees I hide;
in libraries I am diving as I turn back around.

I am forever between comparisons of future and past,
ignoring the fact that you will not back me up.
I am forever between cities, a push and a shove;
the letters of my old friends and re-joy and love.

Between cameras I am frowning, and train seats I am down;
in car parks I am sighing as I turn back around.