The spider was watching Cathy finish her cake.

Thank God, it thought, she hasn't seen me
green me hiding in the green grass, it was grinning.

Why are you so scared of me, Cathy?
do I look ugly, mean, harmful?
once I saw me in a dewdrop
on a blade of grass
the reflection was quite majestic
my eyes were dark as the deep sea
held only peace and no malice.

You too are so cute Cathy
a butterfly in the meadow
on the sky a sparkling rainbow
and how I would have loved
spin my web right there
in the thicket of your hair.

Cathy was singing.

It needed her one glance
to see the spider dance.

Your fingers were the ink that
penned every emotion on my skin
as you touched me in silence.

But every word was spoken with
the silken touches you bestowed
on my yearning body.

So many pages you had turned,
ruffled before you embrace you
pulled the knots smoothing every page.

She seductively blew the smoke in my direction
        and caught negligent of my surrounding
my lungs were entombed in her breath of ash.

I only saw with each breath as I walked away  
The reaper ripping pages of her life away
        burning them in the tar of her lungs..

And he sighed......

My grief was only ever her fault insofar as it was "her fault" for falling asleep in my arms.