Invisible Threads

There are threads.
Not the kind you'd see
not silk, not lace.
But something knotted quietly
between you and me.

They don’t glow.
They don’t shimmer.
But they hold
when everything else gets frayed.

A word,
a memory
a laugh that shows up uninvited
and suddenly, there it is again:
the tug.

No one else would notice.
But we do.
Because these things,
they don’t belong to the world.
They belong to the two who carry them.

They patch up time.
They soften distance.
They hum beneath every step,
even the ones we take away from each other.

And even when we drift
God, we do drift
they don’t.

They’re still there.
Quiet.
Invisible.
Ours.

Reviews

[Abhijit]

Love this poem. This one has a lot of emotional depth and yet very light ... like gossamer

Yes, I absolutely agree to the existence to these invisible threads and I have a theory of my own for their existence.

Thank you for sharing.

[Neha agrawal]

Thank you for reviewing my poem☺

[Tan-90]

Such a delicate but persuasive piece.

“ And even when we drift
God, we do drift
they don’t.”

Probably my favourite part…

Well done!

[Neha agrawal]

Thank you for reviewing my poem😊.

[petec3638]

The threads > YES I understand > I think
Between us Two people > Miles KM apart
Never seen nor heard
But they are there Holding us together
Invisible, untouchable.
Unexplainable

[Neha agrawal]

Yes—you’ve felt it, and now you’ve said it. That kind of connection that doesn't need proof, or presence, or even explanation.

[Desert Knave]

Love the rhyme and the flow of this and the "threads" are something that speak to all of our lives. Well done. ~Jim

[Neha agrawal]

Thank you so much, Jim! That truly means a lot. I'm glad the 'threads' resonated — they really do weave through all of us in different ways. Grateful for your kind words!