I only think of you
at times when I am too far away
to do anything about you -
The abandoned spiderweb
stretched like a hammock
between my ceiling and a door I never close.
Sometimes on my way
to the kitchen I look up and I see
you've caught yourself another fly.
Good for you.
And I think to myself,
"I should knock that down."
But there's always coffee to grind
or milk to pour.
Things that need my attention.
So I forget you again.
And another fly gets caught
in your sticky web
for no reason now.
Nothing will benefit from its death.
It's pointless to leave you up there.
But I just can't seem to remember to