atropos, my closest friend
a poem of mortality
atropos is my closest, but not best, friend... now
her choice... not mine
i would rather be ignorant of her presence... of her being... of her scissors
i did not invite her... did not lure her
i did not desire her... did not envy her
i don't know why she chose me... now
everyone else has an idea... an opinion
they don't know... they speculate... they believe
only she knows... and won't share
she is not a good friend, but my closest... now
she waits... until she decides
and cuts my thread