I looked over at my faithful friend

Glancing at her knowing smile

Peeking at her knitted brows

Each feature hinting a secret

The secret my companion held between her lips

Concealed words rooted down by our promise

As our secret strand linked us together

We vowed not to snip our welded string apart

To not tell where our hearts dwelled 

Or where the endless skies of our dreams lodged

For the fear that they might find us

Seeking refuge in another’s abode 

“This is our hope,” Papa had said. “Our only hope,

Where the heavens shower over the hardened Earth.”

Driven through madness 

Driven through perilous evenings, filled with piercing shrieks 

We lifted our troubles together, my friend and I 

A single spider-silk thread uniting us

The strand of our secret we held above our hearts

The secret, a slice of our past, present, and future

The secret we clutched in our twinkling eyes

For our past, present, and future