Of Time Poem by Cin Sweet

i awoke
a choking dust
atop the dying leaf
breathing in of you
my dirty eyes stretching
across the sinking room
thin thin neck of mine
clenched within the might
of relentless fingers binding
squeezing out my time
that moment i knew, i know it
i taste unable to swallow
this naked knowing-
you weren't anything
not a thing to me
same as i to you
a sickly fabled dream
we just of the dust
that matters not
clinging to our dying leaf