where the world doesn’t move much

next to the absence of a future that

simply never was and just shy of an

irredeemable past that could never be

there is a void blanketed with memories

and vague intentions left in the back of the

closet across from a once used bowling

ball that didn’t fit your fingers and a large

loose dust bunny of dog and cat fur that

gently blows back and forth when the

back door opens and closes