He Who Wanders

I want just to dangle
In your web
As a single string
Of a larger strand
Woven into your fiber netting.

When you move,
Where you move,
I tremble on the echo
Of your every step. Me,

A part of you. A part
By chance, you may glance
At while I shudder in the wind,
Aging alone in the cold.

And that’s enough.