Is it "up" here?
What you aren't looking for?
Dust bunnies where long worn memories fade?
I saw you drop that pencil. Saw it slide out of view. Out and through. To be forgotten.
It sits in the dust.
Waiting.
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Is it up here?
Who you aren't looking for?
The spaces you and I insist are "me"?
What brittle fervor. Three years to hold you. My cracking skin. To be forgotten.
It sits gathering dust.
Waiting.
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Am I up here?
When you aren't looking?
An eye that blinks just one lid closed?
Ashes in the breeze. Caught on forgotten and unfelt winds. Laid to rest. To be forgotten.
I am dust.
Waiting.
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Am I "up" here?
If not, which way?