Carpet Dust

the machines worked rapidly

i scraped the floor with

my nails bitten and harsh

gnawing at the ground

he poured it into

tiny running barrels

with his huge husky hands

We cranked the connectors

with all our might

faster

and then faster

Our sweat mixed with the dust

and

love

Our eyes twinkling with happiness

the colored blocks

the berlin wall

stood stationary and stout

and We believed

for a moment

it would never end

but it did when you said

Listen up Bud.

skies are gray

but no one is here

and a scrap of paper with the promise

written by your heart

is spread in pieces

miles away

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Notes: This poem was for a project in English and is about my brother. We used to play legos together and his carpet was decaying on the bottom and we could get to the dust it created by his closet door. We used to put it in barrels and make machines out of legos to transport it and pretend that we were a factory. My brother left about 2 years ago. This really ******* me up because I was so dependent on him for making decisions, talking to me, and making my life interesting. Because I was buried so deep in him I had nothing else around me that I loved and after he left I couldn't stop grieving. I wrote him a letter about how hurt I was. His answer was very terse and hurtful. The first line of his response was "listen up bud."

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