Strings

After a gentle sob in her hands
She looked up at me and said,
"It's too much, you see,
It's too much for me
I must move on and
Let you do the same"

______


Under the umbrella of
An unfinished affair
I felt a pull one day,
A curious reeling sensation that
Started to move me somewhere
That I had once been

I had come to the potential
And uncomfortable realization
That I am Pinocchio
Before the cricket
And the wish
Yet still lying with others

Each woman
A pair of scissors
Forebodingly and unsuccessfully
Cutting their way through
The silk strings
That have me captured

Though it feels like
I am inside the web
Of a spider enchantress
Ready to suck
The entire life
Out of its force-tied prey

I feel instead
A sense of morbid curiosity
Hoping that the
Webbed lasso
Squeezing itself around my ribcage
Is just a warm blanket

The pull strengthens
And I give in
To the recoil I feel
From the back of
My heart to the
Front of hers

It did not matter that
The beat of her heart
Created an earthquake
That spread us apart
Because the strings
Held us together

'Til death

- PatInTheHat