The dust on the floor
settles
around us
Our footprints
stagnant
unmoved
The only clean spots on the floor
We trace our fingers through the dust
but we don’t clean it
It settles
growing mossy
and thick
We haven’t changed positions
We haven’t moved
We don’t reach out
We don’t embrace
The dust
settles
Swallowing us up
And we don’t notice the distance until we are drowning in it.
©copyright Allison Smidt 2021
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