My house was cluttered-
Bits and pieces
Of smashed half wishes
Lay scattered-
Half awaken dreams
Swept into a neat pile
To be thrown away-
Old memories
Folded away with mothballs,
Falling apart at the edges-
Pain, nearly forgotten,
Tucked into the corner
With the cobwebs-
Floating up with the dust
Shaken out of it-
Tears?
No, It was only the dust
In my eyes.