connections subside,
the thread breaks,
what’s holding me afloat, now?

a translucent figurine arises,
in the clouds- floats away
wait! no more, no longer.

searched for autumn leaves,
sketchy trees,
they don’t call me no more-

so, what does?
nothing. I’m aloof.

Dear grim,
the thread-
it already broke.

Finally, I come home.