Just a Piece of Dust

One inch from falling into the edges

The places forgotten

The realm of dust and crumbs and myself

A leftover bit

What does it matter if I stay or go

If I grow or crumble more

They won’t notice

Only will they care if I the crumb

Changes to something significant and tangible

They always want more

Till you’re a speck of dust again

No longer important to them

Elizabeth Almeida ©2021