dust

dust lingers
for a moment
in the eminence of air,
barely floating,
as it glides
along the breath
of the unspoken and the broken,
unaware of motions
charted by emotion
'long the sea on which it floats
until it settles, quite inevitably,
on your frame of bones within
my frame of frozen time,
blurring, deceitfully,
your golden edges
and waxing poetic
all the days in which
i craved you,
days in which
i craved
to die.

i've come to realize
that we're all made of dust.
dusk to dusk, you and i float
beneath the dying sun.