Life Wears Thin (pt. 3)

Dirt caked across the floor,
I watch you drop the broom.
Overwhelmed, I watch you notice
the cracking foundation of all you’ve ever known.
You sink to your knees,
a thump against the kitchen linoleum,
as if you’ve forgotten how
to stand. You lay
a quivering hand against the dirt
covered floor,
and swish the debris
between your fingers,
as if you are seeing your life
for the very first time.

(C) Marie Meyers, 2013

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