Dust Motes

by W.F. Manchester

I cried for you,

A long, agonizing cry that lasted over 30 years,

A strident, tormented cry,

That caused those around me to shiver,

And wonder when

I would die

Now,

Alone in my room,

My thoughts settle on you,

Like the dust on my windowsill,

Wiped away,

Only to return,

Silently,

Imperceptibly,

Inexorably.