There is a rope made of silk
It links from me to you
I feel the pull loosen
And assume its because you don’t want to ruin it
Such a fragile, beautiful piece
So I don’t glance your way.
I saw myself wandering
Further than I did when
You held tight
I trust that you’re still there
Holding on
Moving forward
With me
The strong breeze throws me into unknown boundaries
I turn around to make sure you’re safe
I am left
Dragging.
It’s alright,
I am lost
But
Free.
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