Webbed words

Dear Spider,

You linger around the walls of my room,

In the corners, yearning for a place to call "HOME",

In the quiet spaces where light forgets to reach,

Finding comfort in my stillness.

But why do you run off when I try to get near you?

You know I mean no harm to you right?

Does your heartbeat races when you sense the echoes of my breath?

You don't have to fear me.

I watch you knit your memories everyday,

Journaling your life so that you won't forget it,

Carefully creating each pattern of the life you carry in silence.

If I ever happen to disappear one day,

Will the absence of my scent bother you? 

Will the quiet void in the room haunt you,

Or will you find solitude in it?

Will you weave me a coffin using your spinnerets when I'm no more? 

                                                                                                                                        -crystal