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Dust

Coffee tables soaked up the sun-shine memories    
that we left behind in our hast to move forward,    
your smile as bright as the moon on a cloudless night.    
Meadows of stars swayed to diverse mystical complexities    
of the universe, dust settling with a shift    
in fates fragile dynamics.    
   
 
Darting around oblivion, succumbing to the sirens    
never-ending call, you were fading with the strain    
of everyday; skin paper thin, eyes holding the    
weight of the world.    
   
You departed with minimal fuss, a chasm in your wake.    
The decades that followed dragged their feet,    
I don't remember who I am and the nights are always    
teeming with clouds that form the lump in my throat.    
Frown lines etch into my skull with every waking hour,    
whilst my eyes stare into the face of death with    
wooden indifference.    
   
The dust has picked up again,    
for the last time.
Written by Scribbler12
Published | Edited 13th Apr 2013
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