slip away

thin threads unwoven
i try to hold them in my hands
but they slip away
a waterfall of loose strands

there was once a time
you laced your loose ends into mines
through these connections
our fabrics intertwined

a rare feat of weaving
how unshakable, this exquisite web
your stride undisturbed
while quick strands fell between muted steps

between my fingers
i watch as, one by one, they go
ask, once it’s over
how did it get to be so?