Strings

There are strings

You can see

You can play

You can feel

And hear

Tenderly

Or loud

And also too

I could hear

Strings in the invisible

Places, in between

Memories

In between our

Shared breath

Curly whirly

Invisible dances

Round our hearts

Curly whirly

Lengths

Of wooly

Threads

Like a bowl

Of spaghetti

Gone on a wayward

Adventure

Still bound for home

Someday.

There are strings

That you pluck, pull

Or strum, so dear, so near to

Delight

And also too

When I saw you

Again those invisible

Strings were always there

Some place deeper than

Goodbye and more beautiful

Than gorgeous.