Can’t remember when the last time
All of us were here
Remembering what we had
I can’t think of another moment
Not knowing what was lost
Going to keep trying, no matter what
It was hard to think of all the time that had passed. She had thought that there would be more time. They were all pretty young and the majority of them had good health. Their lives had all gone off in different directions. one breaking off first and then another and then another until they only had the barest strands linking them.
The strands that used to be as thick as a wool blanket, newly knit by a master craftsman.
Now they were as thin as a string of spider’s web.
She had thought they were still as strong as a spider’s web, at least. After all, those were very strong strings.
But she had forgotten that it was easier for something, or someone, to come along and cut a spider’s thread, destroy the web that was so beautifully created to provide shelter and sustenance.
She’d been able to catch a few glimpses of some of those threads recently. Some of them still shown, bright with morning dew.
But one was slack, billowing in the wind.
She hadn’t understood what that meant. Still wouldn’t understand it for over six months.
She doesn’t wish she never found out, because ignorance is not bliss. She should know, she’s been caught up because of it before and it never ended well.
The thread was cut by the friend himself. There was no coming back from that.
This was inspired by the Dungeon Prompt: Never Shared.
I’m going to be honest, it took me a bit to be able to finish this one. I won’t go into why, but it was hard. This is a hard subject.
Just, for anyone out there, remember that no one is better without you in the world. Even if you aren’t in their lives anymore, just knowing that you are out there in the world and living can be enough for them.
Please don’t give up.