Pieces

Elusive, how did we ever make contact?
Close enough to be distant
Where have you migrated?
To the forest, amongst the trees

Do you converse with nature?
Dialogue between us seems foreign or ignored
Starved for discourse
Growing cold inside, winter must be coming

Fantastical thoughts emerge
Perhaps I can hang you with my bitterness
Spider-like characteristics, you spin things
A web of lies to trap me

The very little you do say, intrusive
Contemptuously chastise my demeanor
Woeful nudity when you skin my character
An epiphany of the meaning: come back in one piece

Went in whole, departed like fragments from an accident