All strings attached

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

It’s alright,

I am lost

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