Inner Space

There's something between you and I.
A vast nothingness.
Empty space that is keeping us apart.

It's a mathmatical certainty.
You can always divide the distance
Between two objects in half.

What is inbetween "There?"
Between the flowers and my nose,
The atoms in the molecules,
Inbetween your hand and mine.

What keeps us together,
Floating in this celestial
Womb of empty space?
What stops us from flying
Apart?

Please tell me, I'd like to know.