too far

sonnet vs. stream of consciousness

the spider on my shoulder shouted her
name in my ear. face appearing in the
leaves then gone. green-brown eyes. silent whisper
of days much too far in the past for me

to want to remember or maybe. it
could just be. me. remembering her now.
voice like a guitar. her touch like a lit
match. that bothers me. and i don't know how

it can be. only two weeks since i last
saw her. she sends spiders because it scares
me. i think. she can be subtle. our past
was so erratic with flirting. no cares

that she was a crush. saw her for one day.
memory fades. right now. too far away.