Look at him walking across the floor- tangled in his own web. Emails ring with the news of first steps- stepping all over the now. Rockets shooting in the air and light blue smoke falls into the earth.
Walking these eggshells from bees to birds. Parking parallel to our once beloved four-seater. Take lots of pictures of Winter Wonderland, you only get one.
Doves flying perpendicular to the dozen cans racing against pavement. This bed is cold, his family comes to visit twice a week in my weakened state. They gather around, red roses and all, to pay respect to the once tangled web.