Dust of Time

by Ninjababe

Don't touch the dust.
It reminds me of time's passage.
Time brings meaning to my life.

That? Oh, it's my wedding veil.
For the wedding that never happened.
He left me for a richer woman.

This is the cradle
That never held my children
Or their children.

Do I sound depressed?
I'm not really.
Not even sad anymore.

The tear I just wiped
Off my face? It's nothing.
Just some dust in my eye.

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