arachnid

just before sunset
I caught a glimpse of a spider
outside of my living room window
spinning a web of deception
for all the world to see
I am told that
I loved her once
but for the life of me
when I think of her my mind goes blank
a calendar without days
one big black box
labeled today
I cannot remember a moment
of peace to be found
in the comfort of her arms
a sunset enjoyed
a word of praise
a dream shared on
a deserted beach
when I think of her
I see a face without features
I hear a voice without pitch
I sense a heart grown cold
and a soul without warmth
the life that once was
is now an emotional black hole
devouring the baggage
carried for so long
compressing the moments
into one anguished neutron
before the light is extinguished
for good