The dust

It's settled over everything....
there hasn't been anyone to stir it,
Not even I can seem to whir it with music.
It stings my eyes, but I can't cry, I mustn't cry.
There has been no embrace for me in a long time.
Something has come oh so close,
But! I could not be close for their sake,
As perfect a match it seemed, I had to forsake.
Therefore, I am still morose.
Distraction is the only action,
A brief smile better than a day laid down,
I find the way to turn the sad up-side-down.
Sometimes it works, sometimes in flunks.
In the end though, I am still left with the dust.
It won't go away, it persists to haze my vision.
I'm just gonna put it this way,
FUCK the dust. I'm gonna go find a fuckin leaf blower.