Dust

The dust was settled on those fateful days And wind-whisked through those endless months of sorrow. Now settled for its final time it stays Where I can say I won't see you tomorrow. No longer shall I reminisce the past; Of when you played me into foolish mind. I can accept that foolish dreams don't last And know that truth can never be so kind. My anger came so often but not now; Not even your response to all those days; Your words that fill my thoughts but can't tell how I couldn't hold you when you changed your ways. I know, now, that you wouldn't care for me. I only hope apart, we can be free.