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