We weave connections in human webs –
An invisible tangle of paths entwined,
As our fingers leave trails of human threads
Woven into a memoir of time.

Even if the string tied between our lives
Connects our minds no longer,
Remnants will always be kept alive
In the piece our thoughts will wander.

A wisp draped around a memory
Or caught in too deep of a breath,
And clinging to the corner of every
Remaining hole inside my chest.

There will always be a voice that’s quiet,
Whispering, lingering in a sigh,
And a thread that’s an always reminder
Of the connection between you and I.

Posted by:Lauren Kathleen

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