Up Here
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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.

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.

Am I "up" here?

If not, which way?

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