Dust on a Table

I am the dust that settles on a table

You haven’t sat at in years.

The moment of glory in a situation

That brings the room to tears.

Never quite enough for forever

Just a glance of what we were.

I’m the the freedom found within a flag

And an extra shot, just to be sure.

The fear you leave in the fight

When you don’t know how to lose.

A tear that rolls down her cheek

When it isn’t her you choose.

The temptation you leave at a party

Because the woman isn’t your wife.

The second you realize it was all a lie

And you want to end your life.

The sheer force of forgiveness

When given with a gentle look.

You, cuddled up in a corner

Reading a delicious book.

I am the second you change your mind

When it is minutes too late.

I’m passion and temptation

Embroiled within fate.


Originally written and published 2.15.15 under the title “Fate”



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