• Everything in those few people;
    All existence in that hand full of lives.

    To me, all of you are the threads
    That cradle me.
    The thin and delicate strands
    That I find myself clinging to.

    The people I care for as much as family,
    And even more truly.
    The people I love by my own choice,
    That I chose to spend my life with.

    There are strings that I desperately reach for,
    Though they slip out of my reach.
    As threads are made of strings,
    So too are you made simply of memories.

    Strings will eventually snap…
    And I worry, how will I do without?
    Without my memories of you, you do not exist to me.
    And all memories surely fade.
    All the strings surely will snap.

    Will I find feathers on my back
    When that happens?
    I know that I lack wings,
    So I know that I cannot fly...
    I wonder if I’ll fall
    When the strings break?

    Or will I find all of you, any of you,
    There to catch me?
    Tie the strings back together....