Thursday, January 7, 2010

Dust in the corners

You’re always there,
like the dust
in the tiniest corner of my bedroom
that no amount of cleaning
can quite reach.
you watch me,
you wait for me to find you.
I don’t have to look
because I can feel you there
I just prefer to pretend
that you are gone
out of the corners of my heart
off the pages of my mind
and that I can live wholly
without you

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