Unraveling

A spool of thread unraveling, tethered string hanging unhinged from its home this is what it feels like to be alone. Groundless, my feet are raised, suspended in space, light seeping below me – I see it – I can feel it’s warmth, I will return to it, but not yet. I am not ready to let go of my suspended string. I float around in the universe, the light of the earth illuminates behind me, I hear you whisper, go home, but I don't want to. I want to drift, drift into this new space we share for maybe I'll find you there, but if I do - if I get too close to your light - hold my hand tight. Cut my string. Watch me and I'll watch you as we drift back...back to our homes.