Dust Bunnies- A Tale Of Heartbreak - Poem by Cherie Mort
We were created from nothing but the dust underneath the bed
Gathered as thick as a carpet, and such a heavy layer one couldn't see the floor underneath
There we gathered quietly from all four corners of the earth
Forming our large extended family
You and I met there, too, at such a 'family gathering'
But from such scattered parts of the earth, such far away places
I was from the East; you, from the West
We fell in love as quietly as we came; no one but us knew, and even you were shy about admitting that you liked me
We decided to stay in that safe place under the bed, clumped together with everyone else, and we stuck together
We had our own family
We were happy
But happiness was never meant for us to have
The end of our quiet little world came with a monstrous roar
Most of our family perished
We were separated
Now I believe you to have also perished that day
Why didn't I let go, too?
Why didn't I hold on to you tighter?
The toughest thing about surviving without you and everyone else is the silence now
Before you disappeared, at least I could feel safe enough to sleep at night
Now I always stay awake, afraid that the monstrous vortex is coming for me, too
I miss you so much
When will you come home?
We are more than a million miles apart, and I don't know if I will ever find you again
Being alone without you is agony, because day after day passes
And I still don't know where you are
Please, if you see this, give me a sign
Let me know you're still out there
Please, stay the man I love and have always loved
Please, find me
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