You, are like dust that has settled in a fine layer on an undisturbed surface
I am that surface.
There is no breeze in this house,
No pesky humans clearing away clutter
No inward traffic to move you from me.
Nothing has changed
Nothing will change
In a weeks time I'll be flying again
In a weeks time I'll be listening to "maps"
In a weeks time I'll be wishing I'd stayed.
The city I'm leaving for is the only thing waiting for me
But in my head, no one is cleaning
But in my head, no one is wandering
But in my head, memories of you are falling over me like dust.
You are dust
I am your surface.
There is no breeze in this house
No pesky humans clearing away clutter
No inward traffic to move you from me.
You are dust
I am a surface.
I am your surface
so rest here comfortably.