before maryland, i hadn’t had to worry about swiping for spiderwebs on my hikes.
before him, i hadn’t had to keep my whereabouts a secret.
so, even while i hiked thousands of miles away from him, an accidental poem tumbled out and reminded me he was still following me.
You don't see it coming You’re enjoying yourself on a walk When you stumble into an invisible noose Then these tiny threads unravel you And you can’t tell where they’ve landed They might be riddled with spiders Or they might be completely imagined But the really scary part is not the spiders, but Those little ropes —if they’re still tightened around you If you swiped the last one away — Seemingly innocuous Not a bloody fist or a metal chain But a nuisance, a sinister whisper That you’re still caught, still mine Even on this beautiful lovely walk Oh, the water I'm here It's okay All alone