I have let these threads
weave between us
in loose and fragile patterns
that complicates itself
in the futility of existence
I go
and return
to you
as the sun passes the window
pulling light into corners
where it has not
touched
yet
before leaving
again
I wake
and sleep
not moving
in this isolation
allowing
what needs
to
be
I have let these threads
weave between us
in loose and fragile patterns
I have let these threads
remain
~
4/100
