Cobwebs

Spider webs in the dusty corners of my mind
capture thoughts with silken threads ―

trapped and aching for a lover’s reunion,
death and love entwined with scattered memories;

each sighing moan recalling
hidden fantasies of lust;

blurred images of the past
in unopened photo albums;

shadows cast in the darkness
of lies I tell myself;

unspoken struggles of the soul
when there is nowhere left to run;

whispering from far flung galaxies,
calling me home;

―waiting for the spider.

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