Dust Fall - Orig Version

Dust gathers

On my desk, my books, envelopes

brown envelopes, pink matters.

Dust gathers

On my food box, vitamin bottles

used plastic bags, plastic matters.

 

Papers.

Notebooks.

Pictures.

Lay untouched. Piled up.

Either for weeks, months, years.

 

Our yellowing picture on the wall:

It smiled at me.

When did the clock start to stop?

I forgot that it never does.