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| The delicate thread |
The thread...
that holds you on one end...
and me on the other!
And I see us...
Walking in separate worlds--
Having different aims--
Living different lives--
Yet I hold on to the hope--
that your existence assures!
I prefer silence,
the route
that connects me to you!
You walk there,
I here…
and yet we take the same steps--
You are alone there,
and I am here,
and yet we crib about the same emptiness---
I leave it untouched--
like we are dried leaves of the Fall...
and will wither if touched...
It's a joy to see us,
on the ground--
picked up by different people--
kept in their notebooks--
and we release the same fragrance...
the same marks on the lined pages!
and that's what we are for---
for we give selflessly--
and when it's all taken,
it's hard to hold on to what is left--
the reason why --
when I am fragile--
I look up at the other end of the thread...
that you've held--
Seeing me
in your eyes...
