collecting dust
i thought
being alone
would feel like air—
light and open
but it is heavy here
walls pressing in
rooms filled with
everything i’ve lost
silence
settles like dust
covering pieces of me
i am afraid to lose
i watched you vanish
into air
as if you were never here
and now
i am scared
of becoming something
forgotten
on an empty shelf
but even here
with dust piling up
i will clear the space
and find what is left
of me
like i always do
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