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

~
la 2020