If you ever go and become dust

Dust on the shelves in the library of memories

And if I clean up and these

Or if I open my mind to the winds

Would you get scattered all through out?

Would you live in the wind?

Would I ever find all the specks?

Will I ever be able to gather them all?

Would you still be there?

Or, would you be gone for good?

If you ever go…

©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya