Spider's Prize

Like pulling petals off a flower,

- The way it goes day by day.

Of seeming insignificance

- Yet with each one,

- A bit more of the beauty fades away.

How coincidence strings together,

- The webs of different lives,

Fusing corners, melting boundaries,

-Until I can't tell yours from mine.

The heartache that sometimes overwhelms me

- Only chased away by your touch,

The great irony of our meeting/parting

- Is exasperating me perhaps too much.

Maybe I am a nomad

- In more ways that I'd thought.

But this I cannot handle.

- It is your web, my spider, in which I'm caught.