There was never a promise
Just a gossamer glimmer

Spider’s webbing drawn
Between us, oh, so fine

Fragile, a whispering
Breath could’ve broken it

Was it your breath or mine?
Was it only the breeze?

The tatters flutter and flap
In the wake of the wind.

Unsure if ever a web
Should be spun again

I am flailing
Dangling from threads.

05/31/2000

Posted on 02/10/2003
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