the enduring web of spaces
that creep, insidious spiders’ webs of distance —
a hair’s breadth, here and there
unseen, yet they bind us
in their wet embrace.
though the space between us is now no more
than a spider’s kiss, we see it clearly.
let us turn away to fight against the gossamer whispers
of our loved ones’ unspoken disapproval. they
bemoan our pessimistic fear as the web grows tangled
“half empty minds will bind a full heart.”
we hear them gossip against us, while
claiming the most surprise at our love’s demise,
only a strand of space between lovers
and now we are friends and
a gap too small to notice and
friendship struggles fruitlessly in our web
of silken steel and unkissed tears.
we turn away, and away, and
no one notices, least of all we two.
though the spider always wins his game
still we dare to play and dance
within his web. just an inch more space —
alone this day, silent the next
certain one last silken thread won’t matter.
surely we are too strong to fear
such small a matter as space.