• Before I knew it, it was there
    Tickling my nose like a bittersweet scent
    Working its way down to the bone
    And planting its roots in the days that were tomorrow

    A gossamer web spun to perfection
    Enticing every lie that was a truth
    And every truth that was a lie
    The chrysalis-colored net that fell apart at the touch of our love

    Tangled here, among the strung-up words
    Struggling to fly like you flew, so easily
    Away from all that we ever were
    Away from all we could have been

    ~KL