To Dust

You were dust in my hands
The way you released yourself from me
As if every part of who we were was
To be scattered
And lost in the winds of time
Like any other moment,
Made to be forgotten,
But the difference lies in the pit it leaves behind;
A void too impressionable to disregard
But the mystery behind its origin will forever elude
And so I will wander endlessly
Until my bones ache as much as my heart
And I fear I will become dust too
For the only remembrance I’ll have of you is dust
And so to dust, I will become.
My hands reach out to the sun as I crumple away
And it sheds a somber tear
Until I am awash in its rays
And nothing remains.