Dust

Dust,
Hangs in a sunbeam
That misses me and
Covers the torn pieces
Of all the promises you made.
I watch particles collect,
Obliterating
All that was you in them,
All that was light,
All that was necessary
And important.
Now they are shards
Rendered impotent
By a grey coverlet
That doesn't warm
But rather mocks
The memories...