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 
  
  knock
    
        you

           down