Again, hope is lost.
Funny, just today while I was walking,
A thin strand of spider web hung delicately in the air,
Rapt in the wind but floating free.
The sun caught it in a glistening shimmer and
For a moment it seemed very beautiful and important.
But as I reached out to touch the strand it snagged -
Wrapping around my hand, it was cruelly destroyed.
Even as I walked on and brushed the remnants aside,
A faint tingle played at my nerves maddeningly, ever present.
Though is was nothing and I knew it only for a moment,
Its delicate fading would not be ignored.
However little that it mattered in the greater sense
It was a part of me;
It would linger in my heart
Long after it had been forgotten in my mind.