Almost

For people to untangle themselves

From one another

Or is it the idea that I’m tied

Around so many other humans

Nothing but an excuse for not wanting to let go

But let’s imagine I’m a ball of thread

Long and red and easily snapped

Things get too caught to become uncaught

Too dark to become whimsical

I suppose that’s how everything ends up in me

There’s a certain gratification

And sophistication in despair

Happiness is all but a foolish pleasure

Tried and tested

Done and dusted

Melancholy, however

Is all you will find if you look

Deep enough

We’ve lived here for a year and more

I’ve wrapped my fingers around yours and more

Shared smiles

Shed tears of both joy

And sadness

But goodbyes are a ritual

A tradition we must follow

For all that starts

Must end

But what about these threads

That snap at every pull