cobwebs

I never disturb the cobwebs; they

are the ghosts of spiders' past.

They are the record of a being

that once lived here.

I wish we could leave behind

our webs, our stories.

Most of us are swept away with

callous brooms. Our histories

left to dust and bins.

Most want to make a lasting

impression, and that's okay.

I am happy being lost to time,

and forgotten by the house I lived in.