the spiders and i grow lonely

I keep telling you I want to disappear
and you keep telling me you don’t understand.

I may never stop telling you I want to disappear –

I don’t want to leave a trace anywhere

except maybe in that small corner of your mind you don’t really touch anymore
because of all those cobwebs you were warned about,
especially if you didn’t dust like you were supposed to.

Seems like you never did what you were supposed to.

But when you do decide to rummage through your attic
like I know you will, and
you find me
there,
amongst the luggage stored away for the winter, waiting
like always –
like I said I would,

you smile.

You are not supposed to understand

and that is okay. I assume you have stopped trying to understand. Just realize

it is okay as long as you smile but you never really do what you’re supposed to so

the question begs to be answered:

will you ever find a way to silence the draft creeping up your staircase?

The cobwebs say they are growing cold
and beg to be touched. Soon even

they too will disappear.