Infinity String

We are all born containing a roll of wool

Soundlessly, mine intertwined with yours

My other half

Merged and fused 

Not on a leash nor a chain 

A delicate soft lace 

So no matter where we are 

Among elliptical galaxies or hefty bodies of water

You can always follow back to me  

While most days, we place it under our arms

Invisible and unseen 

At times it needs some amends

Perhaps trims and snips here and there

As we gently stream our fingers through the knots

Detangling, unravelling bit by bit 

Curling and threading one over the other

Together, we weave a woollen blanket

Enveloping us in its ever-warm embrace

We sit shoulder to shoulder, palms enclosed

Soaking up the solace 

Our thread reaches over the equator

Further beyond the horizon

Floating on top of the Pacific Ocean 

Flying via intangible clouds 

In between silent, serene areas of void

In between bustling cities and crowds 

It may change hue, form, or lose the original grip

But it is always apparent

Leaning among every nook and cranny

And I will gently

                            trace it back

                                                  to you