Spider in the Corner

There is a spider living above my bed, in the corner. 

And like the messy floor knows the weight of my feet as i stumble and wander

The spider knows me.

I wonder if she feels that bittersweet empty the night brings too.

Does she feel alone up in that corner like I do?

I ask her, but she will not -can not- answer me.

So all I can do is let her be.

I do not know the spider in the corner, but she knows me.