8. Nov, 2017

To a Friend

The web is empty at dawn:

the spider left.

Dew drops weigh it down.

In its fine intricacy it holds

the worlds where we met.

Out of light, we shared our darkness.

Out of truthfulness, we shared

our woundedness.

There was a moment

your gaze held me.

Your eyes said:

"Do not fear. I see you."


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