Widowed.
I know.
Defining the living
differing
from the dead
no more
less is more
time
heals, they say, better
someday, you'll see, after
waking me from my
apathy
Alone
and at times
afraid.
Arachnophobic, he was anyway
weakling for his size
entangled in his own webs
he chose to
attach to hollow branches
before wind wakes
taking down
all trace
of home, snare, trap, nest
I should feel blessed to be free
of all the same hospice
And just this
One
got away alive.
Photo by Uwe Jelting, 2004 CC0, in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.
