Dust

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She asked for my name

She asked for my trust

She wanted it

But she ruined it

I needed her

For so long

She kept me together

But she was gone

Leaving me behind

Brushing me off her shoulders like dirt

But I still needed her

Running after her

Grabbing at her clothing

She ran

And I rolled around in her dust

For hours I wept

Tears pouring from my eyes like rivers in the spring

Months later

Lying in the settled dirt

The last tear falls

She is gone

But I am not

She is weak

But I am strong

When her skin is thin and white

And her breaths are quick and shallow

When her joints are cracking

I’ll still be here

Living my life

She is gone

But I am not

She is weak

But I am strong

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