i no longer exist
there's no cohesion
i'm liquid
unable to support myself
pooling around you
living for a glance
an unoffered chance
slowly seeping into the ground
evaporating
less of me every day
i'll be gone dried up
will you notice
or just knock the dust from your feet
If someone turned to dust in front of me I would be what the hell then I would step over the pile of dust and pretend I didn't see it.........lol
ReplyDeleteLove the poem