Michael Dyer

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WIPE OFF THE DUST
Michael Dyer
© 2006

I threw our rings, into the pond. Their ripples traveled, so very long.
Troughs and peaks, passed through each other. As though seeking, another
destiny.

Oh, why won’t you come back to me?
Why won’t you come back to me?

I tossed your letters, into the air. They fluttered and floated, way up there.
Then found the gutter, of despair.

Oh, why won’t you come back to me?
Why won’t you come back to me?

I cast your photos, on the fire. They curled and twisted, like hot wire.
Dangled and twisted, like the liar, you became in our dust and mire.

Oh why won’t you come back to me?
Why won’t you come back to me?

I know, I really must, now just, wipe off the dust.
I know you, I cannot trust, so now I really must, just try to,
wipe off the dust.

Must I be nonplussed, not curse; not fuss? Must I forget our love? Must I forget our lust?
Forget our love; forget our lust. Now that all has been turned to rust.

I flung our child, into the air. She fluttered and floated, way up there.

Then landed in these arms that care.

Oh why won’t you come back to us?
Why won’t you come back to us?

I know I really must, now just, wipe off the dust.
I know you, I cannot trust, so now I really must, just try to,
wipe off the dust.