The Dust In Our Hearts
we slip away
from one another
out an open window
through a door ajar
our footprints
are erased by weather
over an open field
under a sky aloft
and we are left with
rain on our faces
sun in our eyes
wind in our heads
to wander crooked streets, unmarked paths
hoping gravity will take leave of our feet
to realize dreams of flight
and our fancy to go home again
knowing all to well in our waking state
that we are bound to walk alone
these failing, furtive memory lanes
where our ghosts remain, remind,
remember the way it really was
not the way we wish
well before we slip away
from one another
long after our footprints
are erased by weather
leaving only
rain on our faces
sun in our eyes
wind in our heads
the dust in our hearts
slipping through our hands
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