our strings are tied together,
for the time being.
I wind and tangle,
knot and weave,
with my side.
The knot has become so large
it obstructs my view.
your string,
I cannot feel it.
Have you cut loose?
I hope that it's there,
winding and stretching,
playing with its boundaries.
I cannot help but wonder though,
why is my side the only mess?
I cannot see so I could be wrong.
I cannot feel so you might be gone.
I guess I'll never know
not until you tell me...
or, I cut loose the ties first.
for the time being.
I wind and tangle,
knot and weave,
with my side.
The knot has become so large
it obstructs my view.
your string,
I cannot feel it.
Have you cut loose?
I hope that it's there,
winding and stretching,
playing with its boundaries.
I cannot help but wonder though,
why is my side the only mess?
I cannot see so I could be wrong.
I cannot feel so you might be gone.
I guess I'll never know
not until you tell me...
or, I cut loose the ties first.
