Dust

Unfulfilled Intentions, Love, and Disappointment

When they came into your life with no intention of loving you

The slow ignition of disappointment

Where lies hope is now dirt

Acknowledgement to see beyond the pain

But the settled dust, of what could have been

Is only that…. Dust, meaningless dust

Blown in the wind.

If the dust was magic, would they have collected it.

Would they have loved you?

Would they have pure intentions with you?

Would they have been the one?

NOPE! Moving along…

 ©Nichole Nichole