webs

stranded together
shared week

or days
it was a
connection

heavily clinging
the slight smiles
we shared


it was always the music

pulling back
home

forced our webs apart
i wept

across the sounds
still listening

it captured what
we may
or may not
have had

it's the time
of our lives

connections abound
between the
fibers
the being of
life

the quiet morning dew shatters