[misplaced trust]

Dissention:
I speak not of 
strife between men
But of the duality 
of the human heart
 

True Love;
How can it be that two 
so like in all
Should fall to one's fear 
of being alone?
 

And how is your comfort now?
Your safety net 
sewn of rotten cords?
Everything you desired?
Or have you fallen 'twixt the holes
of your misplaced trust?
 

Think of me often, the one you gave away
-and know that this net 
is spiders silk; strong and soft...
Forged to catch you always.