When the Dust Clears (wip)

When the dust clears,
and there’s no one there…
Scattered remains
Of what was done,
said,
left unsaid,
left undone.

When the dust clears.
When the tears, and cries
die down
to a low
inward moan.

Sleep a feverish dream.
Food tasteless, meaningless.
Water all I need…
but doesn’t refresh,
doesn’t quench.

When the dust clears,
and the only words that
need to be said
are
Sorry
and I love you.

Left unsaid.
Undone.

~K. Crumley 10-31-2011

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