there is a string between us holding together our bones, and we move together through our days, your step pulls me back as the turning of my head lifts your hand. some days i feel it grow tight, the space between us looming large and i can’t see over the mountain that grows there on those dark days. when it’s slack and we can move freely within our respective worlds, it is easy to see how close we are, how simple it is to see you from anywhere i stand.